She helplessly looked up at him and pierced his emotional awareness stimulating an empathic response; he sadly stroked her hair as the two momentarily gazed into each other’s eyes before she asked, “How do I look, Jason?”
“You look fine,” Jason tearfully lied.
He then sullenly picked Sofia off the ground, turned his back away from the mushroom cloud that towered up in the atmosphere, and carried her back to the Chameleon. After placing Sofia in his Remediation Sleep Chamber, Jason repaired the Chameleon. He then threw all caution to the wind by surpassing the recommended speed levels as he drove the Chameleon with reckless abandon. With the sandstorm for cover, he navigated the ship with the straightest route, steering the Chameleon close enough to where he could actually look down into Chasm Fat Boy, and see the Vril covert military installation. He figured the Vril would be too preoccupied to give chase anyhow.
“Things are definitely going sideways, Mitchell. Our lives are now in jeopardy.”
“Sir, we might have to explore the idea of abandoning the cause.”
“Those NEPRs were our only hope… we don’t have any leverage.” Learner sighed with a tone of defeat, and continued, “Take us back to Fissure Point, Mitchell.”
P ART 3 P OLARI S
R ETURN
“Jason, you have a Priority One call in queue.”
“I can only imagine who it’s from … let it go into hold, Sofia,” he sarcastically responded knowing all too well, his employer was hailing him. “Who else would be making a Priority One call?” he thought.
“Jason…”
“Yes, Sofia?”
“Are you going to have my arm replaced?”
“We’re going straight to SYNTECH and they’ll replace all your parts,” said Jason as he wiped up the fluid leaking out of her exposed abdomen. Looking down at the damage she had sustained, he ambiguously wondered if SYNTECH could even fix her. He continued saying, “Sofia, when they get done with you, you’ll be good as new.”
Jason grabbed the small duffle bag, stuffed a few personal items on top of the contraband Cork had given him at Dronski’s Café, and then spoke plainly. “I think that’s everything, Sofia. We should hurry and get you there but fast.”
“First, you should listen to the Priority One call before we leave.”
“Right, retrieve the call from hold, Sofia.”
A bureaucratic looking man popped up on the display and spoke forcefully. “Jason Bjorn, I am Under Secretary Harold Ainsworth. The Office of Earth Transport and Trade Commission requests your immediate presence at our Office’s location on Level 5.” The screen turned black and Jason angrily thought, “Go fuck yourself, you tight ass-looking fucker!”
“One more thing, Sofia, I’m going to cover you with a solar sheet. I don’t want too many questions.”
“Yes, Jason,” Sofia responded compliantly in a diminished tone.
Jason placed the reflective poly-tech blanket over her mutilated and disfigured body. He then hastily pushed the Medical Hover Board carrying Sofia, out of the exterior hatch. He continued saying, “Put the Chameleon in Passive Mode… so the mechanics can access her to do all the necessary repairs.”
“Yes, Jason.”
After leaving the Level 4 Central Transportation Hub, Jason made a beeline for the Level 5 portal. During this time he deeply contemplated on his unseen future because he knew the deal had gone badly with Learner, endangering his prospects in life.
O VEAM P ARK
A seemingly endless array of gleaming platforms, gave the appearance that they floated in overlapping layers of humanity. People happily navigated between white polished concrete decks by means of interconnected stairways or a conveyance system. Green potted foliage dressed and decorated large concourses. Tiles glistened through sparkling waters of the occasional, carefully placed fountain; their sounds declared and effervesced an overabundance of noise. They fizzled
“You look fine,” Jason tearfully lied.
He then sullenly picked Sofia off the ground, turned his back away from the mushroom cloud that towered up in the atmosphere, and carried her back to the Chameleon. After placing Sofia in his Remediation Sleep Chamber, Jason repaired the Chameleon. He then threw all caution to the wind by surpassing the recommended speed levels as he drove the Chameleon with reckless abandon. With the sandstorm for cover, he navigated the ship with the straightest route, steering the Chameleon close enough to where he could actually look down into Chasm Fat Boy, and see the Vril covert military installation. He figured the Vril would be too preoccupied to give chase anyhow.
“Things are definitely going sideways, Mitchell. Our lives are now in jeopardy.”
“Sir, we might have to explore the idea of abandoning the cause.”
“Those NEPRs were our only hope… we don’t have any leverage.” Learner sighed with a tone of defeat, and continued, “Take us back to Fissure Point, Mitchell.”
P ART 3 P OLARI S
R ETURN
“Jason, you have a Priority One call in queue.”
“I can only imagine who it’s from … let it go into hold, Sofia,” he sarcastically responded knowing all too well, his employer was hailing him. “Who else would be making a Priority One call?” he thought.
“Jason…”
“Yes, Sofia?”
“Are you going to have my arm replaced?”
“We’re going straight to SYNTECH and they’ll replace all your parts,” said Jason as he wiped up the fluid leaking out of her exposed abdomen. Looking down at the damage she had sustained, he ambiguously wondered if SYNTECH could even fix her. He continued saying, “Sofia, when they get done with you, you’ll be good as new.”
Jason grabbed the small duffle bag, stuffed a few personal items on top of the contraband Cork had given him at Dronski’s Café, and then spoke plainly. “I think that’s everything, Sofia. We should hurry and get you there but fast.”
“First, you should listen to the Priority One call before we leave.”
“Right, retrieve the call from hold, Sofia.”
A bureaucratic looking man popped up on the display and spoke forcefully. “Jason Bjorn, I am Under Secretary Harold Ainsworth. The Office of Earth Transport and Trade Commission requests your immediate presence at our Office’s location on Level 5.” The screen turned black and Jason angrily thought, “Go fuck yourself, you tight ass-looking fucker!”
“One more thing, Sofia, I’m going to cover you with a solar sheet. I don’t want too many questions.”
“Yes, Jason,” Sofia responded compliantly in a diminished tone.
Jason placed the reflective poly-tech blanket over her mutilated and disfigured body. He then hastily pushed the Medical Hover Board carrying Sofia, out of the exterior hatch. He continued saying, “Put the Chameleon in Passive Mode… so the mechanics can access her to do all the necessary repairs.”
“Yes, Jason.”
After leaving the Level 4 Central Transportation Hub, Jason made a beeline for the Level 5 portal. During this time he deeply contemplated on his unseen future because he knew the deal had gone badly with Learner, endangering his prospects in life.
O VEAM P ARK
A seemingly endless array of gleaming platforms, gave the appearance that they floated in overlapping layers of humanity. People happily navigated between white polished concrete decks by means of interconnected stairways or a conveyance system. Green potted foliage dressed and decorated large concourses. Tiles glistened through sparkling waters of the occasional, carefully placed fountain; their sounds declared and effervesced an overabundance of noise. They fizzled
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