04-13-2016, 05:28 PM
The new and improved Barrel Train was definitely something that the cyborg could appreciate. Unlike the little go-cart, the enhanced version was nearly twice the size of the original, which meant it felt more like an actual vehicle than an oversized toy. Like an actual car, it had a satellite radio, built-in navigation, and the little rear-facing camera. For someone who hadn’t bothered to drive a real car in the last few years, the silly wooden train was close enough to satisfy.
As he shifted gears, Seventeen noticed that a little prompt popped up onto the screen. As there was no visible danger nearby, the machine-hybrid stole a glance at the message. The Barrel Train was requesting a destination for their little road trip, so with an eye on the path ahead of him, Seventeen fished out the little paper that Von Koopa had given to him. Once he unfurled it, he saw the reptile had provided him with a series of coordinates.
“All right, listen up,” the cyborg said aloud. A beat later, the screen let out a pleasant beep and a little microphone logo popped up with some text informing him to speak. After spitting out the string of numbers, Seventeen waited as the machine quickly processed them and provided him with a navigational map to his destination. Once he reached the little pip on the map, he’d probably have to comb the surroundings for the astronomer, but it was nice to be pointed in the general vicinity.
“Better than nothing,” he muttered to himself as he shifted into the next gear and cruised onward to the destination. Within a matter of three hours, he made it to the location marked on the navigation app. During that time, he’d managed to get caught up on some reading, since the former go-cart also had the car version of autopilot. The book now resting on his lap had been something about a group of villains-turned-fantasy genre protagonists. In some cruel (yet entertaining) twist of fate, a bunch of quasi-lovable assholes had been bound together by a string of tragedies and a vendetta from a sentient sword.
The Koopa equivalent of a social media reading website had given the book a ‘five shell’ grade. While Seventeen wasn’t entirely sold on the idea as he neared the end of the book, he couldn’t deny that it was definitely trending up the final page drew closer. A quick glimpse online showed that there was at least one sequel that built upon a few interesting twists established in the last few chapters.
“Till next time,” Seventeen spoke to the book as he slid it off his lap and into a compartment at the base of the door. Once it was secure, the cyborg slipped the Power Sword once more onto his back and hopped out of the vehicle. At first glance, it seemed like he’d gone nowhere fast—the area around him was uneven, dotted with heat vents, and extremely close horizon was dominated by semi-active volcanoes.
This place must pull in all the tourists…
Reaching back into the Barrel Train, Seventeen retrieved his capsulebook and popped it back open. By some means of technological wizardry, the vehicle and the little mini-computer were hooked up to one another, so he was able to stream the GPS maps from the Train’s onboard navigation system.
“Let’s go find me an astronomer…”
As he shifted gears, Seventeen noticed that a little prompt popped up onto the screen. As there was no visible danger nearby, the machine-hybrid stole a glance at the message. The Barrel Train was requesting a destination for their little road trip, so with an eye on the path ahead of him, Seventeen fished out the little paper that Von Koopa had given to him. Once he unfurled it, he saw the reptile had provided him with a series of coordinates.
“All right, listen up,” the cyborg said aloud. A beat later, the screen let out a pleasant beep and a little microphone logo popped up with some text informing him to speak. After spitting out the string of numbers, Seventeen waited as the machine quickly processed them and provided him with a navigational map to his destination. Once he reached the little pip on the map, he’d probably have to comb the surroundings for the astronomer, but it was nice to be pointed in the general vicinity.
“Better than nothing,” he muttered to himself as he shifted into the next gear and cruised onward to the destination. Within a matter of three hours, he made it to the location marked on the navigation app. During that time, he’d managed to get caught up on some reading, since the former go-cart also had the car version of autopilot. The book now resting on his lap had been something about a group of villains-turned-fantasy genre protagonists. In some cruel (yet entertaining) twist of fate, a bunch of quasi-lovable assholes had been bound together by a string of tragedies and a vendetta from a sentient sword.
The Koopa equivalent of a social media reading website had given the book a ‘five shell’ grade. While Seventeen wasn’t entirely sold on the idea as he neared the end of the book, he couldn’t deny that it was definitely trending up the final page drew closer. A quick glimpse online showed that there was at least one sequel that built upon a few interesting twists established in the last few chapters.
“Till next time,” Seventeen spoke to the book as he slid it off his lap and into a compartment at the base of the door. Once it was secure, the cyborg slipped the Power Sword once more onto his back and hopped out of the vehicle. At first glance, it seemed like he’d gone nowhere fast—the area around him was uneven, dotted with heat vents, and extremely close horizon was dominated by semi-active volcanoes.
This place must pull in all the tourists…
Reaching back into the Barrel Train, Seventeen retrieved his capsulebook and popped it back open. By some means of technological wizardry, the vehicle and the little mini-computer were hooked up to one another, so he was able to stream the GPS maps from the Train’s onboard navigation system.
“Let’s go find me an astronomer…”
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