Chapter Eighty-One - Touch Me...
Chapter Eighty-One - Touch Me...
"And so we discover that technology is sufficiently advanced, that what we understood was but a mere fraction of the whole, and that our instincts are nothing but fumbles in the dark.
What a time to live in, when there is so much to see in a world where mankind is introduced to the first true light, even if it may be of another's making!"
--Professor Le Guin, 2038
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I ended up asking the Family if they could spare a ride back to the Big Gun. My mech was loaded onto the carrier, with a bit of difficulty, and sent off towards home. I'd given the carrier instructions to park itself out on the porch, for ease of access later. I would move the mech into the garage when I got home and could supervise it a little. Maybe it was time I bought a mechanic's catalogue and a few jacks and... those big fork things that they used to lift cars up, but for mechs.
I expected the Family to let me ride in one of their quadcopters, but instead they flew over a speedy little APC strapped on with some jet engines. It landed nearby, and I waved goodbye to the troopers still securing the area.
It was back to the Big gun for me.
Sitting down in the otherwise empty APC felt strange. I was drained. Maybe it was the adrenaline finally sinking, or the long ass day finally starting to weigh on me, but whatever it was, I felt like I hadn't slept in three days.