She really ought not to let her desire to fly again get the better of her. She was a farseer. That meant something.

Of course, she was also farseer with nothing to do. After a moment she finally shrugged, "...we may as well see if it works."

She shrugged out of her robe - the plantsuit was still on udnerneath it, as much as she despised the thing - and then carefully settled into the control chair, straddling the bike.

"Let me see..."