WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR JULY 9, 2013
He sat behind what he assumed to be the steering wheel, stared at all the buttons and lights and wondered what to do next.
He sat behind what he assumed to be the steering wheel, stared at all the buttons and lights and wondered what to do next. He’d never stolen a 846.37 before. The rod he’d taken to be the steering apparatus was responsive to his touch. The Pod swerved, sped up and slowed in accordance with the intensity of his grip and the direction intended; in fact, he’d never managed to control anything so perfectly before. He grinned, enjoying the feeling of effortless success. He took a left off G-121 onto a connector road. This baby’s meant for more than galactic hinghways. Little chunks of asteroid seemed to be of no consequence to the 846, so he barreled on like a Kyfta, banking and speeding alternately. Just as the thrill was beginning to plateau though, a red light started blinking; and not any red light – an important one in the middle of the dash. Uh-oh. “The vehicle is now in manual operation mode,” a female voice issued from somewhere near the roof of the Pod. “The vehicle is now in manual operation mode.” Suddenly his uncanny adeptness at handling the Pod all made sense. He looked up and saw an incoming asteroid, about 5 yocgts wide. Crap.