Jayce turned the key and the motorcycle fired up. He’d never driven one before, or even rode on the back, but he knew exactly how the machine worked and what he needed to do. My nanites must be telling me how to do this. He stepped on the foot pedal and swung his leg over the seat, seating himself in the front, like he’d rode bikes all his life. The machine lowered, but the DPR bloomed brighter, keeping the vehicle from touching the grass.
Clink moved off Jayce’s back, crawling like a spider and settled on the gas tank extending his arms and legs around the tank. Jayce revved the engine as Mire sat behind him.
“We’ll keep up, just don’t go over forty miles-per-hour. Only specialized isoarrays like Biya can go faster.”
Mire, her arms around Jayce’s waist, tightened as the motorcycle shot toward the fence. The DPR hit the wood, exploding the planks and lighting the fence on fire. Jayce and Mire lurched forward but managed to stay on the seat. “Sorry,” Jayce said, reddening with embarrassment. He pulled back on the handles and the bike retreated.
Jayce turned the handle. Fire came out of the back pipes. “Woah, this thing is epic.” The bike jolted forward. Jayce pulled the handlebars, which were altered to move like a joystick.
“You sure walking wouldn’t be better?”
“Let me try this again.” This time Jayce turned the bike and pulled up. The engine roared and the bike shot up and out of the yard.
Mire let a scream escape her mouth, “Oh, yeah! This is better!”
Jayce leveled out and slowed, feeling so nervous his knuckles hurt from gripping the handlebars too tight. He lowered to around twenty feet off the ground and shot between homes, over garbage containers, sheds, rusted yard tools, squeaky gates and dead cars. Rain peppered Jayce’s face making it hard to see, but he hunkered down. Moving this fast felt good.
The DPR field below the bike sparked and sizzled as rain pelted it, vaporizing the liquid on contact. The bike left a trail of white smoke behind it.
