There are personal touches on each of these vehicles, as well. Thor may or may not notice, but many of them have dashboard ornaments, names carved or sculpted into the running boards, or ornamental designs on the hoods and windows. Even in the midst of harshness and deprivation, the people of the Wasteland find time to express themselves with craft and ornamentation.
Battle scars are exciting to these children, badges of honor rather than marks of suffering. Thor may notice Argo peering between his left arm and Furiosa's, connecting the dots, coming to conclusions of her own.
Hush hops a little, remembers she's on a moving platform, and stills just as both Furiosa and Argo reach out to steady her. "Um. Sorry," she says, grinning. "I could tell you--oh! Oh, I caught a lizard this morning, Boss, and it only had one tail and there was a blue stripe down its back. And I took it to the kitchens to see if they knew what kind if was and if they wanted it for cooking and Atom Annie was in there and she said it was a kind she hadn't seen in years and years so I think maybe one of the trade caravans brought it with supplies and I was thinking I might keep it and not eat it after all. Mister Thor, do you know anything about lizards? Because I know Nexus people come from other worlds and I bet you've seen lots of animals that we don't have here anymore. Do you like turtles? I--"
And so on, and so forth. What Thor gets is not so much a story as an excited stream of consciousness, but at least the little girl doesn't seem to expect him to follow her entirely. She's just ecstatic to have someone listen to her.
The lift slides up past archways that lead into the sunlight, and darker bays where people are working. There's a sound of drums at one point, and rhythmic singing, but it's not long before they reach the upper floors. At that point, Thor can see that there's a large treadwheel that's at least partly responsible for the lift's operation. It seems to be run by a mix of human power and sturdy little donkeys.
Hush, to her credit, manages to find a stopping place as the lift slows, scampering to one side to lock the chain in place.
"If we could bottle your energy," Furiosa tells the child with a smile, "the rest of us would never have to work again."
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Battle scars are exciting to these children, badges of honor rather than marks of suffering. Thor may notice Argo peering between his left arm and Furiosa's, connecting the dots, coming to conclusions of her own.
Hush hops a little, remembers she's on a moving platform, and stills just as both Furiosa and Argo reach out to steady her. "Um. Sorry," she says, grinning. "I could tell you--oh! Oh, I caught a lizard this morning, Boss, and it only had one tail and there was a blue stripe down its back. And I took it to the kitchens to see if they knew what kind if was and if they wanted it for cooking and Atom Annie was in there and she said it was a kind she hadn't seen in years and years so I think maybe one of the trade caravans brought it with supplies and I was thinking I might keep it and not eat it after all. Mister Thor, do you know anything about lizards? Because I know Nexus people come from other worlds and I bet you've seen lots of animals that we don't have here anymore. Do you like turtles? I--"
And so on, and so forth. What Thor gets is not so much a story as an excited stream of consciousness, but at least the little girl doesn't seem to expect him to follow her entirely. She's just ecstatic to have someone listen to her.
The lift slides up past archways that lead into the sunlight, and darker bays where people are working. There's a sound of drums at one point, and rhythmic singing, but it's not long before they reach the upper floors. At that point, Thor can see that there's a large treadwheel that's at least partly responsible for the lift's operation. It seems to be run by a mix of human power and sturdy little donkeys.
Hush, to her credit, manages to find a stopping place as the lift slows, scampering to one side to lock the chain in place.
"If we could bottle your energy," Furiosa tells the child with a smile, "the rest of us would never have to work again."