 What city is Temple-Tracy in?
A gun is an interesting weapon; it can be hired, of course, and naturally doesn't care who hires it. Something much the same can be said of the gunman, too.... The evening was dark, it was unlikely that the other even saw the circle of steel that was the mouth of the shotgun barrel, now resting on the car's window ledge. And at that moment, the universe caved inward upon Joseph Marie Prantera. There was a falling through all space and through all time. He was in, he thought, a hospital and his first reaction was to think, This here California. A door slid open in the wall in a way that Joe had never seen a door operate before. The other spoke precisely and slowly, the way a highly educated man speaks a language which he reads and writes fluently but has little occasion to practice vocally. Joe had been born in Naples and his mother had died in childbirth. His father hadn't brought him to the States until the age of five and by that time he had a stepmother. It opened on his approach, the door sliding back into the wall in much the same manner as the room's door had opened for Reston-Farrell. He looked out, however, not on the lawns and walks of a sanitarium but upon a wide boulevard of what was obviously a populous city. The fear of police, of Al Rossi's vengeance, of the measures that might be taken by Big Louis on his failure, were now far away. Reston-Farrell, the one Joe had already met, was tall and drawn of face and with a chainsmoker's nervousness. He wondered, all over again, if this was some kind of pressure cooker. The maternal linage was almost universally ignored." Whatever the something else was, a slot opened in the middle of the table and a glass, so clear of texture as to be all but invisible, was elevated. You are no longer in Los Angeles—" "Ya think I'm stupid? "I was about to say, Los Angeles of 1960. Mr. Prantera, we welcome you to Nuevo Los Angeles." "What is the date, Old Calendar?" "2133," Reston-Farrell said. Reston-Farrell said, "Suffice to say, you are now one hundred and seventy-three years after the last memory you have." Reston-Farrell said, "Mr. Prantera, we have brought you from your era to perform a task for us."
 Nuevo Los Angeles
 Los Angeles  New New Mexico  New New York  Nuevo Los Angeles