Chapter 1 page 26
Sartre sent the Chrisodeo through the mine field at speeds which would make you throw up, if you were in atmosphere. To navigate the mine fields took reflexes and reaction speeds only a few races and amphetamine junkies could summon up. There had been no mines when I left home. They were put in later, to slow the mass exodus to better lives. To fly the field was to take your life in your hands. People still risked it. We’re risking it now. And we’d risk it again coming back out. Then, like a storm had passed, the mines were gone. The Chrisodeo jolted as it hit the planet’s air. She wasn’t built for on-world flight. And then, I saw home again. A gritty city smear in the dirt planes. I was back in North Tek.
Sartre sent the Chrisodeo through the mine field at speeds which would make you throw up, if you were in atmosphere. To navigate the mine fields took reflexes and reaction speeds only a few races and amphetamine junkies could summon up. There had been no mines when I left home. They were put in later, to slow the mass exodus to better lives. To fly the field was to take your life in your hands. People still risked it. We’re risking it now. And we’d risk it again coming back out. Then, like a storm had passed, the mines were gone. The Chrisodeo jolted as it hit the planet’s air. She wasn’t built for on-world flight. And then, I saw home again. A gritty city smear in the dirt planes. I was back in North Tek.