Chapter Thirty-Two
May 8, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, En Route to the Apartment of Erik Blackwell
Erik hummed quietly to himself as his MX 60 soared through the sky. Traffic was surprisingly light that morning. The other flitters formed small streams rather than the choked rivers of metal he was used to seeing.
He didn’t have a complaint.
Sometimes he thought about taking the MX 60 away from the metro and just having a good time where there weren’t so many obstacles. He liked the vehicle, but he’d never appreciated it as anything other than a tool.
Erik shook his head as he changed lanes. The MX 60 was supposed to be a shield, a disguise to make people think he was a middle-aged man attempting to reclaim his youth. Now he wanted to take it for a joy ride and was worrying
