Tomais threw the football I jumped up to catch it, and I missed it. It fell over the slick metal side, along with me. I fell backwards and slid until the pipe came along. I caught hold did a muscle-up and stood on the pipe. I awkwardly hugged the side of the Harv3z7 or Harvester. I was shaking. Not good. I waited for Tomais to grab a rope. I kept re adjusting my grip, cupping my hand and pressing it into the side. Then with the other one. Finally Tomais showed up. He tossed it over the side. I held it, and rappelled up the side. I kept pumping my legs and pulling on the rope, I leapt up when the top of the cylinder was ten feet away. I pulled, kicked off, and grabbed onto the side. Tomais pulled me up and pushed the both of us one foot away from the end. I then just lay down on the ground and started relaxing. I inhaled deeply, then said "we... Are going to need a new football." Tomais laughed and then pulled me up onto my feet.
We headed to the garage. I opened my section, which contained a bunch of mechanical odds and ends. In the center of the room was a long slender mechanical body. It was going to be my airbike. It's frame was made of carbon enhanced plastic. The engine was an old delivery drone that had circuited in front of us. I took it away and made it into this. It still needs a primary and an auxiliary power source, blades (the spinning kind,) aligners, steering devices, and control panels. It was about thirty-five percent complete. Tomais called me bolt nut. Other things were my subduing rifle. Which was a rifle equipped with a bullet holder. In the holder were 10 tranquilizer darts. Each dart had enough venom for 5 hours of unconsciousness.
I was a tinkerer. I would order parts on the government system. How ever, some I had to order... Elsewhere.
Tomais was a coder. He would stay at his computer, and try to crack the government systems. He would also try to boost our family bank account. He would try to cover my tracks on the black market. And he would use Ed. Our drone. I had made him five years ago. He was one inch wide, and five inches long. He was made to explore the skies, but Tomais would do the opposite. He would explore the ground. When you are up here you hardly get a look of society on the ground. We lived in the middle of the air. On the cylindrical water tanks with farms on top. The people on the ground were... weird. Waking up and walking to large tall buildings. Some shiny like water, others made of stone and protruding smoke. And they would ride ground-drones. Tomais would sit down at his computer, and watch the Grounders. He also would design Xanius . A secret maze to all the black markets, surveillance systems, piracy sites, info hubs, and ect. I was not allowed into Xanius. But I still tried to get in. The trick is... unknown. Tomais also tried to access people's emails. He failed to beat the security codes, but he got close.
In my parents section there were tools and harvesting machines. I didn't pay them much mind for the most part. Until I needed some help with my tranquilizer gun. I needed to figure out how to make it silent, yet have a great range distance. The harvesting machines had the secret. I took one away took it apart and studied the vacuum I then installed a smaller version of it into the gun. We don't really do any thing else in the garage
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Bridge between worlds
Science FictionAblile(Ab-lil) is living in 2736 in Northest. There are floating groups of land, called Harvests. Each one has a farm, house, and water tank. There used to be bridges. Until the government banned them.
