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Rather wait for the referee boat: the coordinator from the main tower told again :and
just as softly: as a while ago: when she reported a malfunction on the eighty-one teleport.
But Samuel Rod continued to check the navigation calculations.
He was convinced: that he could succeed just in those thirty minutes: plus or minus:
two or three minutes: which he still had in stock: since Kris was excluded.
I will not stay there - he said: and realized his hands lying on the steering: each
finger.
It's not our fault: she said: and again very gently: and this time she was right: the
free teleports in the local sick environment never endured long time: and especially these
reinforced: which bridged the very dense sections.
But she also had to know: that if there is any chance: he: the four-time champion: he
will definitely try to fly through.
The red triangle of the T eighty-one was fast approaching: and its interior was
transparent: so hell was really lurking in the yellow fog that rolled behind it.
Rod ended the call: he made two balloons from his face: avoided first larger cloud
narrowly: and smoothly: without dancing: flew right into the middle of the T - where three
green lines intersected in his field of vision: and a little leaning to the side - to make
the boat sexy.
A silent mash of dust and debris receded in front of the shiny boat tip.
The whitish and light gray shadows could be broken: if one knew how to do it: but if
something darker appeared: it was probably too big and too hard for any rodeo. Those who
nevertheless tried some antics: they were all gone now - dissolving right here in the halo
of a huge empty sky which God has prepared for the Saturnians.
When the pilot had no choice: he could have tried to shoot a boulder with a cannon:
but this leaked a lot of energy from the source: which caused steering numbness - and most
importantly - no one could calculate: how this furious hail would behave after the
explosion.
The navigation windows were completely red: and when they began to pulsate crimson:
Rod decided: this would be a sign: and used the autopilot.
It was immediately felt: that the boat was slowing down.
Rod stood up: stretched his back: and went to empty himself. He was still watching
the big numbers glowing in the corner above the dashboard - 98: 97: 96 ..
Last year: after six hours of driving: he was entitled to twenty minutes of rest: and
two hundred seconds for his maintenance - whenever - when it came to him: but the organizers
increased the winnings for the first three lunatics - and so they all agreed: that it is
unnecessarily much: and that a quarter of an hour and three minutes would be enough.
Calvin Kris was ejected for overuse of the autopilot - maybe he got diarrhea: and
now he's sitting in the back and meditating: Rod laughed to himself: and with two quick
movements he zipped up his overalls again. At the same time: his eyes fell on a white little
basket of light metal: which was hanging to the right of the chair: and a heretical thought
crossed his mind - that it could be pretty cool: if he could shit on everything.
He hadn't rested since the start ..or he did.. ..and forgot..?
Anyway: no one followed the cycle: everyone speculated. Rod himself: several times
endured almost twenty hours in operation: and the speed of his reactions slowed only
slightly. This was exactly what could have killed him very quickly: but all around was
minus one hundred and thirty: and huge chunks of ice: and all sorts of other galactic dirt:
so in the end: it didn't matter that so much.
Now he had his machine firmly in his hands again: and nothing else mattered - and
actually: what he lacked most here was neither peace: nor rest: nor food: for it was sex.
Oh yes: Rod was really horny already.
Who knows: if he would have made decisions so easily and quickly: if his coordinator:
that sweet woman: did not have such a beautiful: rustling voice - you could really hear the
sea and the wind in it. His body was definitely never slow to react in this: sometimes just
a fleeting thought was enough and his breathing became louder immediately. This his
excitability was an important component of his mastery - and he knew it well - and he knew
just as well: how to use this trump card.
Samuel Rod was the biggest dude and he proved it to the world again: which was
clearly demonstrated by his incredibly fast flight through the triangular outlet of the
eighty-first teleport.
And plus: he was still in the game for first place.
He played his winning music: nodding and imagined: that after the race: he will
invite that magical female somewhere for tea. He'll explain to her: why he was so stiff: and
will listen to her smooth whispering voice all evening..
Before the start: he talked to her live for a while: but she didn't want to tell him
her name - she looked a bit like Nadya and kept exactly the same distance: who knows:
maybe she had the same dragon tattoo somewhere..
You couldn't say it was all at once - more like it was slowly - like a soft fall into
something warm: heavy and sweet: into some syrup with Nadya's hips and thighs.
But this whole thing couldn't last even half a second.
Rod was dreadfully frightened: because he had never experienced anything like this in
his life - nothing like this strange embracing limpness.
And it was terrible also because the moment: without self-control: was long enough
for his boat to slam its wing into a large piece of ring ice.
It was just a scratch: and Rod was still a multiple Lord of the Rings: so after a few
flips: he stood in a position with a slight raised ass. Unfortunately: something went wrong
in the control unit: and according to the computer: the internal devices were threatened
with energy fluctuations.
His life was not in immediate danger: but the race was over.
When he was sure: there was really nothing he could do: he sent an emergency message
and wondering what had happened.
He counted his section times. From the start - it was twenty-two hours without rest.
But there was nothing to be done with that either - he really didn't even have those
few minutes. He didn't even have a minute.
Something must have burned through his head. He overdid it. Old pressures and
anxieties erupted in his mind. For a short time he painfully doubted about himself: but the
poison of impending panic did not control him: he managed to catch all his thoughts again.
I got a lesson: he closed it - finally I have reached my bottom and I live - in the
future - I will only benefit from it.
Shortly after: a white metal basket buzzed on his skull and was fixing the mess: that
was inside his brain - but thanks to Nadya and her hips: it wasn't certain: if it would
work.
He filled his mouth full of orange multy-mash: swallowed: and got a taste for some
nice porn.
According to the emergency report: the boat is more: or less okay: he will survive a
few hours in it definitely - said Karmen - and her soft voice rustled: like a stream of
something cold with bubbles. :And the satellite report confirmed it - she added and drank
from her blue dotted cup.
Try to contact him and continue monitoring - the technician from the referee boat
said: and it meant: that the repair of the T81 was more important: and they probably won't
go there before an hour.
Sure - Karmen said: rejoining the surveillance system.
The Saturn: handsome as usual: stuck out his big black tongue on her - the shadow:
which he cast behind himself and licked his rings with it. Rod was silent: he sulked
obviously: because of the teleport. So she checked his integrity and life support again:
drank tea: and looked at the planet from different distances: angles: from satellites: and
also from some moons.
She saw the shiny boats racing for victory. She saw storm wheels moving in the yellow
atmosphere: and oblong and twisted clouds: and hundreds of thin circles hovering around the
equator. And then she stared at that huge fireball - and like some of the others: who had
sat there once - she doubted a little: that all this had happened by chance.
And it was even stranger with the Earth.
She stood up for a moment: peeked out of her cell and waved to Olga: who was
passionately explaining something to her pilot.
Olga pointed to her headphone and: shaking her head: said soundlessly: IDIOT.
Karmen giggled and sat up.
Rod continued his silence.
His boat was floating a few miles off course with the tip down and looking fine.
The measurements still matched the emergency message: which he had to send in person ´
- so: unless he had voluntarily decided to die – he had to be ok.
According to signaling: the eighty-one was good already: but no report came from
there: so they were probably still working.
Karmen remembered Rod's eyes and his little hands with which he rubbed his hips: when
they talked together before the start - handsome: but mad.
He obviously didn't admit failure.
Did I notice anything else besides his male odor? - she thought - some sadness: or
cold?
Didn't I feel the end from him? - she tore off a piece of dry skin from her lip and
pulled the rest with her teeth - it burned.
Exactly in ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds: the doctor from the rescue team
announced: that Samuel Rod is fine and asleep.
I understand - Karmen said - but to tell the truth - she didn't understand it at all.