Skacat- City Car Driving — 100 Masin

They chose me because I am the only driver who can hear the rhythm of the asphalt.

I punched the throttle. The Ram-9 screamed. The first masin followed. Then the second. Then the tenth. We became a serpent of fire and steel, slithering up the wall of a dead mall. Gravity tried to peel me off. Sparks showered from my side mirror. At the apex, the ramp ended in a fifty-meter drop to a lower freeway. skacat- city car driving 100 masin

The contract was simple. A dead-drop from a fixer named Lumen. "One hundred machines. City center to the Outer Fissure. Thirty minutes. Don't stop. Don't think." They chose me because I am the only

I took a long drag.

I flew.