"PROGRESSING TO...AUTOPILOT MODE. PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THERE MAY BE CHANCES OF MALFUNCTIONS. PLEASE PUT ON THE PROTECTIVE IRON SEATBELTS AND BE WARY OF ANY QUESTIONABLE SOUNDS. THANK YOU."
-TOOT.-
The warning was not very comforting, that much was agreeable. Especially the last part.
The pair put on the seatbelts as told and Kobi immediately looked left and right, searching for possibly alerting things that may happen or exists.
“What does questionable mean?” Tina asked in curiosity.
“It's an adjective to call something that's odd.” He muttered, still on high alert.
“Then, what does adjective mean?
“Adjective is — you know what? Yes. Cool right?” He sarcastically retorted. "How about helping me find anything alerting?”
Tina sighed. “Fine, meanie.”
Her eyes wandered around the blue void filled with white stripes, like a graphic manual used to design buildings and machines.
“Everything is so techy...Mr Kobi?” Tina called.
“What?” Kobi groaned, visibly irritated.
“What's that little black crack for? Is that where we should exit?” Tina asked while pointing to the upper right.
Kobi rolled his eyes. “Exit? We're going to be teleported! What crack are you — ?”
Exactly when his eyes landed on to where she was pointing was when he started screaming....inside, of course.
“C – C – Crack!” Kobi stuttered. “T – Tina, are you wearing your seatbelt?!”
Tina tilted her head to the right. “I was meaning to ask you this, but just what is a seatbelt — ?"
With a blink of an eye, the pair was catapulted to the little black crack, which was actually bigger than three adult men.
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Can She Journey Through This Fragile World?
AdventureTina journeys through the far and wide post-apocalyptic world with a boy who named himself Kobi, searching for remnants of her past, her small things that remind her of home, searching for hope...in a lonely, hopeless world.
