As they continue down the historic route the Eversons casually notice few relics of the past. Out among the desert were a series of abandoned gas stations and diners with the sweeps, geometric shapes and aeronautical inspired features. Most of them had old ceramic rocket rides laying motionless. Occasionally an old car from the 1950s and 60s was left to rust, marked out as such by it's fins and headlights. A few billboards stood unchanged for decades, weathered but still largely discernible. They stood advertising some of the old pit stops, often with waitresses in skimpy spacesuits serving fries and burgers, others had robots making use of space aged dishwashing soap or spoke of old sci-fi monster movies to chill and thrill with adventures to the canals of mars, the jungles of or an invasion from monsters from beyond the moon and communists invading from beneath the ground with mole tanks. Ignored were a selection of old pulp magazines lying in ancient waste paper baskets. All of which were remnants of a vision of a future past, one that never truly manifested itself due to the practical limits of science and engineering and society evolving on paths that the folks who thought in the language of the Eisenhower and Kennedy Era did not see coming.
But never the less, something of that dreamed of world imprinted itself into the enchantments that had taken hold on this stretch of the road. It had gradually coellesed, developed something which might be considered a mind and grew stronger for decades waiting for a chance to manifest itself. It's perspective was a little distorted, of course as it had to fill in the blanks. But regardless after half a century it was ready to make its mark on the world.
And so it found the Eversons. A family of five on their journey through the desert in a small crossover. It looked through the modern vehicle and found it's design wanting. Inside were five humans, a man and a women admiring the landscape and three teenaged children in the back. The two younger boys were goofing off, much to the annoyance of their older sister.
Regardless of what they were now, they were what it needed. Without their notice it settled upon them and erupted into a brief flash of mystical energy permeating the family in an instant. All they felt of it was a slight shock like you'd get from wearing woolly socks on a dry day and touching a doorknob.
"Cut it out!" Debra said, thinking that whatever it was it was somehow the twin's fault. As this was the thirteenth time she'd said that since lunchtime this went unremarked on. Never the less the ball was now in motion and soon they would never be the same...