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[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi glared at the console, and instructed the computer to bring up the simulation once more. It was a fairly simple one - just dodging an oncoming asteroid field - but she'd run it three times now, and each had ended with her ship as an asteroid bug-splatter not too far in. She could drive a car just fine, but the finer controls of the ship eluded her. She had imported the Ptolemy's basic design and control scheme into the program, so at least it was a ship she was vaguely familiar with.

Nonetheless, ten minutes into this fourth run, a fairly loud stream of curses - in more than one language - could be heard outside the door to the sensorium she was using.

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[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi's eyes widened in appreciation of the vehicle. She was not particularly a connoisseur of cars, but she wasn't an idiot either. She could tell the power and quality that went into this one at a glance.

"And you make a fuss about my ugly, boxy spaceship."

[morganknight]

"This car doesn't go into space," he said, grinning at her appreciation. That sort of look was one of the biggest reasons he had had the car built in the first place.

"Want a ride?" The passenger door popped open obligingly as he asked that, courtesy of another subtle tap to the remote.

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi snorted dismissively. "Space seems neat at first, until you realize it's a whole lot of nothing. And I would love a ride."

She gave him a quick smile, and climbed in the passenger side of the car.

[morganknight]

"It's all the possibility in existence, for my time. Even knowing the reality of how empty and dark it is, it's the dream that matters more than the reality."

He simply hopped in over the door, sliding into the seat with practiced ease. The inside of the car was a technophile's paradise; no knobs or buttons or whatnot, just touch-displays and a gearshift. Morgan's right hand fell on that, touching it to the side for manual mode.

"Buckle up," he said, the engine revving as he pumped the gas.

[indeliblepast]

It always felt a little weird to be back in a car after months of space travel - though at least in this case, she could blame part of it on the car.

She dutifully buckled up, and then glanced over at Morgan.

[morganknight]

No sooner did she then he punched the gas. In a satisfying squeal of tires and roar of the engine, the car took off like the smoothest bullet imaginable. Zero to sixty in 1.74 seconds. But the seats were so comfortable that the pressures of inertia just felt like a push.

With appropriate dramatic flair, the wind grabbed his hair and pulled it back in a long trail behind him as he smiled, perfectly at ease in this world of velocity.