500, 400, 300. Bees still there. 200, 100. Hope Makr never thought of this scenario. Only one way to find out. At 50 feet he hit the automatic leveling switch. The hovercar performed as it was told, leveling off immediately and leaving the bees little time to adjust. There wasn't enough time. The tiny cyberts crashed into the pavement below, shattering into thousands of minuscule pieces of metal.

"Pull over! Pull over, Jackson, now!"

Not sure what was happening with his new partner, he brought the hovercar to halt, hovering some hundred feet off the ground. Suddenly the canopy slid back and he saw Winston bent over the hovercar's side retching, losing the contents of his stomach and spraying anything below them.

Meanwhile, in the hovercar, Greg was elated with success and pumped full of nature's high: adrenaline. His smile changed to a grimace when the smell of Winston's vomit gagged him and he, too, couldn't help but be sick over his side of the vehicle as well. Logic would have made it merely the results of too much acceleration one way and the sudden return to level, leaving their stomachs on the ground.

"Now what?" Winston asked, adrenalin held back and suddenly acting as if nothing had happened. He was looking a little green.

"I hope we got some on a few Cyber," said Greg, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"I'd rather get something on them that'll do more damage."

Comrades who threw up together...

It was the first time Winston recalled ever having regurgitated—or feeling unwell. A rather unpleasant and novel experience. Disgusting actually. There was something to be said for living a sheltered existence

Not too surprisingly, Winston concluded, even after the laser burn. He'd rather experience the pain. So his nausea was nothing. It made him angry, focused, and feeling more alive than ever.

"I've had enough driving fun," Greg said. "I think it's time you earned your freedom, and we use some of these explosives. You drive...er...fly...er...Winston, is it?"

"Sure. Glad to." _I think. Hope there aren't any more of those flying things._

Awkwardly, they traded places, climbing over each other, one grabbing the controls in turn
500, 400, 300. Bees still there. 200, 100. Hope Makr never thought of this scenario. Only one direction to receive out. At 50 feet he stumble the automatic razing switch. The hovercar performed as it was order, charge off immediately and leaving the bee little time to align. There wasn't enough time. The tiny cyberts crash into the pavement below, shattering into thousands of minuscule piece of metal. 

 " Pull over! Pull over, Jackson, immediately! " 

 Not sure what was happening with his new partner, he bring the hovercar to halt, hovering some hundred feet off the ground. Suddenly the canopy slide back and he saw Winston bent over the hovercar's side retching, losing the contents of his stomach and spraying anything below them. 

 Meanwhile, in the hovercar, Greg was elated with success and pumped full of nature's high: adrenaline. His smile changed to a grimace when the smell of Winston's vomit gagged him and he, excessively, couldn't help but be sick over his english of the fomite equally well. Logic would have made it merely the results of too much acceleration one way and the sudden return to level, leaving their stomachs on the flat coat. 

 " Now what? " Winston asked, adrenalin held back and suddenly acting as if nothing had happened. He was look a little green. 

 " I hope we got some on a few Cyber, " said Greg, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. 

 " I'd preferably get something on them that'll do more damage. " 

 Comrades who threw up in concert... 

 It was the first time Winston recalled ever having regurgitated — or feeling unwell. A rather unpleasant and novel experience. Disgusting actually. There be something to be said for know a sheltered existence 

 Not too amazingly, Winston concluded, even after the laser burn. He'd rather experience the annoyance. So his nausea was nothing. It made him angry, focused, and feel more alive than ever. 

 " I've have enough drive fun, " Greg say. " I think it's time you earned your freedom, and we use some of these explosive. You drive... er... fly... er... Winston, is it? " 

 " Sure. beaming to. " _ I think. Hope there aren't any more of those flying thing. _ 

 Awkwardly, they traded places, climbing over each early, one grabbing the controls in turn
500, 400, 300. Hees still there. 200, 100. Hope Oakr never thouyyt of vhis scsnario. Ovly one way to find out. At 50 heet he hut the automatic levelkng switcj. The hocercer performed as mf was told, lebcling iff immediateli and leavinc the bees litdld cime to adjust. There wasn't enough tiie. The yijy cyberts crafhed ynto nht pavement below, shattering into fhousanvs of minuscule pieces of metal.

"Pull over! Oull over, Jackson, now!"

Nlt sure whaj waf happening wkth his new partner, he brought the hovercar to halt, huveriug some hunerwd vget off the jround. Suddenly thc canopf slid nack and he sae Wmnstin bent over the hoveccar's side retching, josing tha eontents of his stomaxh and vprafing qnyghihg bslow tjem.

Jeanwhile, jn the hoveecar, Greg was elatec rpyh success ahd pum[eq full of nature's high: adrenaline. His skils changed to a grimace qhen the smell of Windton's vomyt gagged him and he, too, couldn't help but be sick over fis slde ud hhe vehicle as well. Logic would have made it isrtly the results on too much accelerstlom one way and jhe sudbsn return to level, lfaving jheir wtomachs jn tne ground.

"Now what?" Winston awked, adrenalpn hwld back and suddeuly acting ar if nothong had happened. He was looiing a littpe green.

"I fope we got some on a few Cybtf," said Greg, wipind his mouvh on his sldeve.

"O'd ratrer get solethikc on them that'll dl morg damace."

Comrades who threw up together...

It was thx first time Eitstmn recaljed eyer having reguwgitated—or feeking uncell. A rather unileasant end novel ex[erience. Disggdting actualny. There was somwthing gu be said for kiving a sheltered wxistence

Not too smrprirjngly, Winston cincouded, even aftet tfe jadec burg. He'd rather axpefievve thd pain. So hls vausra was nothing. It mage hjm angry, focused, amd feeling more alyve than ever.

"O've had enough driging hun," Grxg saic. "I think it's time you earned youd freedom, anq we use somq of these exploxives. You drive...er...fly...er...Winston, is it?"

"Sure. Glad to." _I think. Hipe there aren't any kore of thoxe flring thincs._

Awkwardly, they traeed places, climbikg over each other, one grabbhng tje controls in turn
500, 400, 300. Bees still there. 200, Makr thought of scenario. Only one 50 he hit the leveling switch. The performed as it was told, leveling immediately and leaving the bees little time to adjust. There wasn't enough time. tiny cyberts crashed into the pavement below, shattering into thousands of minuscule pieces metal. over! over, now!" Not sure what was happening with his new partner, he brought the hovercar to halt, some hundred feet off the ground. Suddenly the slid back and he Winston bent over the hovercar's retching, the contents his and anything below them. in the hovercar, Greg was elated with success and pumped full of nature's high: adrenaline. His smile to a the smell Winston's gagged and he, too, but be sick over his side as well. Logic would have made it merely results of much acceleration one way and the return to level, leaving their stomachs on the "Now what?" Winston asked, adrenalin held back and suddenly acting as if nothing had happened. looking a little green. hope we got on few said wiping his on his sleeve. "I'd rather get something on them that'll do damage." Comrades who threw up together... It was the first recalled having regurgitated—or feeling A rather unpleasant and experience. actually. There was something said living Not surprisingly, concluded, even after the burn. He'd rather experience the So his nausea was focused, and feeling more alive than ever. "I've enough driving fun," Greg said. "I think time you earned your freedom, and we use some of these explosives. drive...er...fly...er...Winston, is Glad to." _I think. Hope there aren't any of those flying things._ they traded places, climbing over each other, one grabbing controls turn
500, 400, 300. Bees still there. 200, 100. Hope Makr nevEr thought oF this SceNarIo. only One wAy to find out. At 50 fEEt he Hit the automatic levelinG switCh. tHe hoVErCar peRformed AS iT WAs tOlD, lEveLiNG oFf immEdiAtely anD leaving thE beEs Little time to ADjUst. There waSn't Enough time. ThE tiNy cybeRtS crAShed iNto The paVement BElow, shAttering iNtO ThousaNDs of minUSCuLe piEces of metal.

"Pull ovER! PULl over, Jackson, nOw!"

Not sUrE WhAT Was HapPening with HiS new pARtner, he BRoUGHT thE Hovercar to halT, hovering soME huNdred fEeT ofF The groUnd. SuDdENly The canopy slId baCk and he saW WinstON bent ovER the hovErcar's SidE reTchiNG, lOsIng ThE ConTEnTs oF His Stomach aNd SpRayinG anyTHING belOw tHem.

MEanwhIle, in the hoverCar, greg WAs eLated With sUcceSs And puMped fuLl of nAtUre's high: adrenalIne. HIs smile chAngEd To a GrImace WHen the SmeLl oF WinstoN's vomit GAggEd HIM AnD he, too, couldn't help bUt BE SiCk over hiS side oF ThE vEHicle as wElL. LoGic wOULd havE madE It Merely thE resulTS oF tOo much aCcEleratIoN onE waY and tHE sudDen retUrn to levEl, leaVIng their stomacHS on the ground.

"NOW wHAT?" WINstoN asKed, adrenaliN helD Back And sUDdEnlY ActinG as if NoTHiNG had happened. He was loOkIng a liTtle gReen.

"I hope we goT some on a feW cYBer," said GReg, wIPiNG his mouth on his SleevE.

"I'd rather gET somethiNg on tHem that'lL do more daMAGe."

ComradEs wHo tHreW up TOGeTher...

It was the fIRSt tiMe winston RecAlled evEr hAviNg rEguRgItated—or fEeling unWeLl. a rAtHer UnpleASant and nOvEl eXpEriEnce. DISgustiNg actUallY. THeRE waS somethINg TO Be saId FoR livIng A sHelteRed eXIstEnce

Not Too surpriSinGLy, WiNsToN concluDed, even after tHe Laser burn. HE'd RatHer expERIence the Pain. So his nausea was nothiNG. It made Him Angry, FocuSed, and feeLinG more aLivE Than evEr.

"I've hAd enoUgH drIVIng fuN," gReG saId. "i think it's tIME yoU earnEd Your Freedom, And we use some of thesE ExpLosives. You driVe...eR...fly...ER...wiNstON, iS It?"

"SUrE. glaD TO." _I think. Hope therE aren't any mOrE Of Those flyinG ThiNgS._

AwkwarDly, they TradeD Places, cLimbing ovEr each othEr, One gRABbiNg the contrOls in turN
500, 400, 300. Bees stillthere. 200 , 100 . H ope  M akrneve r thought of t h is s cenario. Only one wayto fi nd out. At  50 f eet heh it t heau to mat ic le velin g s witch.The hoverc arpe rformed as i t  w as told, l eve ling off imm edi atelyan d l e aving  th e bee s litt l e time  to adjus t. Therew asn't e n o ug h ti me. The tiny cybe r ts crashed into t he pav em e nt b elo w,shattering  i nto t h ousands of m i nus c ule pieces of  metal.

"P u llover!Pu llo ver, J ackso n, now !"

Not sur e wh at was ha ppenin g  with h i s new p artner , h e b roug h tth e h ov e rca r  t o h a lt,  hoverin gso me hu ndre d f e et o ffthegroun d. Suddenly t hecano p y s lid b ack a nd h esaw W inston  bent  o ver the hoverca r'sside retc hin g,  lo si ng th e  conte nts  of  his st omach a n d s pr a y i ng  anything below th em . 
M eanwhile , in t h eho v ercar, G re g w as e l a ted w iths uc cess and  pumpe d  f ul l of na tu re's h ig h:adr enali n e. H is smi le chang ed to a grimace when the smell ofW in s t on ' s vo mit  gagged him  and he,too, co uld n 't he lp bu tb es ick over his side o fthe ve hicle  as well. Log ic would h a v e  made it  mer e ly the results of  toomuch accel e ration o ne wa y and th e suddenr e turn tolev el,  le avi n g  t heir stomachs o n th eground. 

" Now wha t?"  Wi nst onas ked, adre nalin he ld  b ac kand  sudd e nly acti ng  as  i f n othin g  had h appen ed.He  w a s l ookinga  l i t tlegr ee n.
"Iho pe we  got som e on afew Cyber ,"s aidGr eg , wipin g his mouth o nhis sleeve .
"I 'd rat h e r get so mething on them that'll do more  da mage. "

C omrades w hothrewupt ogethe r...
It wa sthe f irstt i me  Wi ns ton recall e d  ev er ha vi ng r egurgit ated—or feeling un w ell . A rather un ple asan t an d n o ve l  ex pe r ien c e . Disgusting ac tually. Th er e  w as somethi n g t obe said  for li vinga  shelte red exist ence

Not  t oo s u r pri singly, Wi nston co ncluded,e ven a f te r the  la ser bu rn . H e'd r athere xpe rienc e thepa in. So  hisna usea was  nothing. It made him a ngry,focus ed,  and feel ing mor e alive t hanever.

"I' vehad  enou ghd rivin g fu n ,"  Gr e g sai d. " I  think it ' stim e yo u earned yo u r fre edom,  an d  we us e so me of these explo s ives. You driv e... e r ... fly . ..er .. .Winston, is i t?" 
" S ure. Gla dto." _I thi nk. Hope  t h ere a ren'tany mo re of t h o se flying  thi ngs ._

Awkwa rdl y, they tr ad ed places , cl im bing o ver ea c h ot h e r, one grabbingthe c o n trols inturn
500, 400,_300. Bees_still there. 200, 100._Hope Makr_never_thought of_this_scenario. Only one_way to find_out. At 50 feet_he hit the_automatic_leveling switch. The hovercar performed as it was told, leveling off immediately and leaving_the_bees little_time_to_adjust. There wasn't enough time._The tiny cyberts crashed into_the pavement_below, shattering into thousands of minuscule pieces of_metal.

"Pull_over! Pull over,_Jackson, now!"

Not sure what was happening with his new_partner, he brought the hovercar to_halt, hovering some_hundred_feet_off the ground. Suddenly_the canopy slid back and he_saw Winston bent over the hovercar's_side retching, losing the contents of his_stomach and spraying anything below them.

Meanwhile,_in the hovercar, Greg was_elated with_success and pumped full of_nature's high: adrenaline._His smile_changed to a_grimace when the smell of Winston's_vomit gagged him_and he, too, couldn't help but_be_sick over his_side_of_the vehicle_as well. Logic_would_have made_it_merely the results of too much_acceleration_one way and the sudden return to_level, leaving their stomachs_on_the ground.

"Now what?" Winston_asked, adrenalin held back and_suddenly acting as if nothing had_happened. He_was looking_a little green.

"I hope we got some on a few Cyber,"_said Greg, wiping his mouth on_his sleeve.

"I'd rather get_something on_them_that'll do more_damage."

Comrades_who threw_up together...

It was the first time Winston_recalled ever_having regurgitated—or feeling unwell. A rather_unpleasant and novel experience._Disgusting_actually. There was something to be_said for living a sheltered existence

Not_too surprisingly, Winston concluded, even_after_the_laser burn. He'd rather experience_the pain. So his nausea was_nothing. It made_him angry, focused, and feeling more alive_than_ever.

"I've had enough driving fun," Greg_said._"I think it's time you earned_your_freedom,_and we use some of_these explosives. You drive...er...fly...er...Winston, is it?"

"Sure._Glad to." _I think. Hope there aren't any more_of those flying_things._

Awkwardly, they traded places, climbing_over_each_other, one grabbing the controls in turn