I close my palms and shut my mouth. I gave a glance up into the sky. The sun's high up in the middle of the sky. Almost lunch, not that I need it.
I'm slightly disappointed because I've missed early morning flight opportunities such as clear air, more freedom, etc. Now that's it's around mid-day, being double cautious is mandatory, because there's other aircrafts up there.
"Everyone will go down for lunch soon, and I'll have open air," I think to myself. It's a reassuring thought.
I put my hand on a glowing panel on the arm of the pilot's seat to scan my hand.
"Confirmed," coos the panel. "Welcome Asia Turval. The temperature today in Sahvia is plus twenty-three degrees Celsius and completely clear skies with no wind. You may proceed to take off," it finishes. A black steering wheel raises out of the dashboard.
"Thank you," I say politely.
I live in the region of Sahvia in the country of Lazmo. Lazmo is a combination of three countries. There are three regions in Lazmo. I live in a region that used to be named Cadana or something like that. I don't know how the government decided on Sahvia as a new name.
The most curious part of everything, in my view, is that the temperature stays the same throughout the whole region.
That's not my concern right now, though. My concern is flying. I move my feet to the pedals and move my hand to the throttle. I push it forward and feel the engine rev. I push my foot down and the pedal and feel the plane move forward.
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The Solars
Science FictionAsia Turval is a solar, a genetically bred human made to reduce the consumption of food and water. Named solars because of the invisible solar panels in the palms of their hands and in their tongue, they don't need to eat, drink, or sleep. They simp...
