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As you approach Detroit, or at least, what was once Detroit, things get weird. You downloaded a "guide" of sorts to your phone. It's called "Chairman Bow-Wow's Little Red Book". It identifies the first 'anomaly' as a reproduction of the Watts Towers, destroyed in the "Big One" in L.A. eight years ago. From there, it's a kaleidoscope of a ride. You pass a cracked parking lot with a selection of art-cars worthy of Burning Man. A checkpoint "manned" entirely by women, where Reggie is required to vouch that you're not "an agent of the Patriarchy." A stretch of road where young men of many races but identical haircuts sit on lounge chairs on either side, VR goggles and gloves on.
Finally, you pass a sign that used to say "Welcome to Motor City". It's been graffitied so often that it would almost qualify as archaeology to uncover that, though. The most recent layer is a ten-character string that Reggie says is the current password for the 'municipal' wireless.
After you enter the password, "Chairman Bow-Wow's Little Red Book" blossoms into a full-on expert system. It actually speaks up through the phone. What is it that you hope to find, within the holy city?
Reggie answers. "The Thanatopsis Poker Club and Knitting Society, please."
"Ah, yes. Turn left after the giant hot dog statue."
You follow Bow-Wow's instructions past the Tesla R&D facility (gleaming chrome and glass integrated with nanostabilized brick caught in mid-decay), a large plot of cleared land (currently fallow), and an obvious "red light district," where the ladies and gentlemen whose wares are on offer seem very clean and attractive, on the whole.
"Stop in 50 meters. Destination is on the left. And the right. Whatever."
You're in the middle of a former industrial park, the buildings on either side extravagantly painted with murals of flowers and angels and cannabis plants.