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Chapter 1 - New Kid

The new Magnetic Energy Meso-sonic Equalizer bullet train, (Commonly known as MEME) was announced three years ago to be replacing every Hypertrain that ran through the city of Numbani and every major city in the planet. It was proclaimed and herald to be one of the finest work of engineering coupled with the collective effort of both humans and Omnics alike. It could take you from Paris to Egypt within minutes. It's said to be one of the final pieces of technology recovered and reused from the government raid on an old Winston Lab. Some people were quick to say that in that case neither humans or omnics put any effort into it, But those people changed their minds real quick when a briefcase filled with money landed on their doorstep.

And on this particular day, I had the honor to ride the "crowning achievement of Omni-Human kind". However, what they didn't mention in the grandeur speech of unity is that there were different trains for different classes, and not all of them are well maintained. Especially the one that travels between Germany and Numbani, which I luckily had the chance to sit in. The immense G-Forces exerted on the human body in the train is far greater than any astronaut or pilot would ever experience, so you have to be wearing a dorky safety-orange vest that pulsated with electromagnetic fields to keep you from having your shit pulled out of your intestines due to the forces. It wasn't already insulting to have to be sat down and be strapped to a vest, its more insulting that they NEVER wash them. The feeling of having a sweaty Germans chest sweat go up your nose at mach speed makes me want to reconsider every decision leading up to me boarding the train. The sweat didn't help considering I was trying to focus on what I was going to do for the next few weeks.

My parents had shown me a scholarship opportunity a few months ago for a pilots school a few kilometers north of Numbani, for which I applied for and instantly got the thumbs up. The small moment that I had of happiness was thrown out the window, because my parents refused letting me live under their roof as a 22 year old adult while I attended college. I had to get a job. Ew. Thinking about it now, I think that's the real reason they even showed me the scholarship.

The train finally halted to a stop over the course of 100 miles, so that we wouldn't fly out of the window at the speed of sound. The pulsing fields finally settled over clamps in the station, where they locked into place. My skin started to feel tingly and my ears began to loosen.

"Must be depressurizing the cabin" I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of waiting, and me scrolling through my Touch Bracelet looking at funny pictures of Omnics dressing up as frogs, The doors slid open, and 4 Omnic attendees poured and began to unbuckle our vests and pulling out carry-ons and luggage out of the overhead compartment. I didn't have much to my name; a few textbooks for the school, A laptop, and some pairs of smart-clothes, so I was traveling light. But then again, so was everyone else in here considering this was the most budget and cheap train you can get on this route.

I lugged the bag over my shoulder and started to tread on through the door. The second I stepped into the open-roof terminal, a blast of searing savanna air nearly seared my face off. This would have bothered me more if I hadn't caught a glance out the window of the terminal. Now, I've seen Numbani in VR tours and Holograms projected in Virtual chambers. But seeing the sheer size of it all in real life made me stop in the middle of a crowd of people. People shuffled and poured around me with cusses attached, but I didn't care. I was sorta in the moment. I was no stranger to technology and cities in general, Germany has plenty of large skyscrapers, but we usually never get to see any up close. The lush green imported trees flowing up and down every building, with a small smog haze looming over the city made all the colors from buildings and vegetation to pop out. The sun was around high noon, casting shadows directly down the sides of the coneish-beak like buildings with trains running through them. Even the Train station had two spiraling staircases with a Magnetic Elevator running in the middle of towers that went up 100 feet, and then connected inside this large glass dome where you can see every building for hundreds of miles.

I started to walk outside and holler for an Umlaut, a taxi based drone system. I saw I got one of the drones attention and it began to fly towards me. It started to slow down and slowly descend, shining some flashing yellow and black lights on the ground in front of me to signal caution. Finally, the rotors stopped and it extended landing legs to park. I went to the trunk and scanned my fingerprint so that it would recognize me and allow me to pay for the ride and the ability to open it. I shoved the few bits of luggage that I did have inside. I casually walked back to seat in the rear right and closed the door behind me. I typed in the destination, and the engine began. I felt the rotors under me start to whirl faster and faster until they were just a constant rumble under the soles of my feet. We rose quickly up a few hundred feet and started to drift to the South of town, which is where I marked my destination and where my new apartment was. The ride was nice and gentle as we flew over the commercial and financial districts beneath, bustling with autonomous cars and streaks of light whizzing by on the tracks.

In the middle of watching a news video on my Bracelet, I felt the drone jolt a little.
"The fuck?" I whispered to myself.
Again, it jolted, this time more uneasily. It did NOT feel like the standard air pocket you would encounter. Maybe we bumped into a bird?

It struck again, this time making a noise under the carriage, shaking the entire drone.
Then the alarm started to go off.
Once that happened, My primordial sense of being a little bitch kicked in and I started to panic.

"You couldn't even make it ONE day in the city without being killed by a freak accident?"

I began hyperventilating, a neat trick I picked up in middle school. My adrenaline kicked in and I started to tap every button in the interior in hopes of some emergency descend system that was in every Umlaut.

"There's nothing IN HERE". I started to scream. Shrieking, even.

All my nerves suddenly dropped and sank when I felt the left rear door start to move and creak.
Now I was sorta praying on the idea that this is just a bird who happened to crash into the drone about 9 times in a row. If it wasn't, this is probably the end for me.
Suddenly, The door blasted open, giving me whiplash. I held for dear life to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't be sent hurtling 700 meters. While holding on, I peeked out the window to see that we happened to be hovering over the largest building in the district. Suddenly. A woman jumped up to the seat next to me and slammed the door behind her, creating a few brief seconds of awkward silence while alarms kept on beeping. I sat there in shock, not even taking in what had just happen and just staring at the leathery upholstery of the seat in front.

"Sorry bout' the entrance luv'. Very dramatic, I know" A very cheery British voice said in my direction. She began to tap buttons to stop the alarms.

Even though I heard the voice, I still didn't look at her, I was still trying to get my heartbeat to be slower than the drone rotors.

"Luv, you alright? Didn't mean to cause such a commotion- Well I did mean to, sorta my style, still, just a bit o' good harmless spook, ts'all".

I looked up from my leathery refuge and finally looked at her properly her. She looked young, in her early 20's, with short yet still luscious brown hair. She seemed to be sporting some retinal goggles, which tinted her eyes and nose bridge with orange light. Her face was short and narrow, but soft. She was wearing an aviator jacket, which wasn't too common nowadays. The real showstopper was her chest; In the very middle was this large circular metal casing, pulsating with blue energy.

All of this is irrelevant however, because just judging from the circular light in her chest, I could already tell who this was. I had just stumbled with Lena-fucking-Oxton, or more commonly known as 'Tracer'.

I would be understating if I said I've heard about her. She was my biggest idol growing up and one of my biggest influences to becoming a Pilot. I had figurines of her, Posters of her face with the quote, "Keep calm and Tracer on", I even had all latest comic issues of her in my Laptop. To have her right here in front of me, looking at me funny, was amazing.

Hold up, shes looking at me funny. Oh shit, I must look like a complete freak just staring at her without saying anything.

"You funny in the head? You wanna say something? Don't be shy." She playfully said.

"My god" I thought to myself, shes even more charming in real life.

"I-I uh, sorry, I just uh" I stammered, still trying to get with gripes that I'm actually in front of her.

"Ahhhh, I see" She gave me a smirking look

"Judging by your flushed face and perky little flustered face, You know who I am. That's good, still means I'm at least somewhat relevant. I bet you already know all about me and who I am".

I was just about to intervene and let the cabin fill with my excitement, however she stopped me.

"Uh uh uh, Hold ya tongue, I'm still a sap for good old fashion hello's, I was raised right y'know." She cleared her throat.

"Ello' there, I'm Lena Oxton, You can just ring me as just 'Tracer' though." she bowed her head, slightly bonking it on the seat in front of her due to the lack of cabin space. She giggled to herself, which was so infectious I had to laugh on top of my already Joker-esque grin.

The laughter slowly faded away and I cleared my throat, making solid eye contact with Tracer.
"So, Uh, Tracer, care to explain why I was nearly hurtled out of the air 600 feet above the ground?" I said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Didn't mean the little spook, Wait did I say that already? Sorry about that. Oops, said sorry again." She stopped and looked straight at me, clearly flustered and embarrassed.

"Now where was I... Oh, right! I sorta, maybe, kind-of broke into a government science lab located at the bottom of the Numbani UN Agency. Phased my way past all of the bald goons; Did I mention how much wax they put on their heads? I swear its like they want to make a walking wax museum."

I could've sat there and listened to her ramble without direction for hours, but then common sense clicked and realized she had just used this drone as a get away ride.

"Hold the fucking bracelet, Did you just say you broke into the UN Agency??" I pressed.

"Oh bugger, I knew I was getting off track. Any who, Yes I did just break into the UN Agency building. Anyways, continuing with my story, Once I phased to the top of the building it just so happened that your drone was the closest around. Which leads us to now! How exciting!" She gleamed.

I was about to interject that wouldn't government droids be on their way at this moment? Then I saw a explosion 30 meters outside my window, which rumbled the cabin.

"Dang, Looks like we're gonna have to take manual control of this drone if we don't want to live inside a cell".

She quickly got a knife and slashed the upholstery of the seat in front of her, revealing a control panel that folded out into a steering wheel and a cockpit. I backed away into the corner, trying to not get in the way of the controls. This meant I was really awkwardly positioned with my hands stuck hovering above my head.

In the midst of flicking a load of controls, A few that i recognized from skimming through my pilot books, she occasionally looked at me and gave me a grin. Probably to not put me on edge, but it wasn't helping considering all the gunfire outside.

"Hey you, uh, um..." She stopped.
"Wait, you never did tell me your name? What is is luv?"

I stuttered, "Um, I- I'm (Your name)."

"Ah, alright then, (Your name), glad to meet your acquaintance!" She reached out to shake my hand gleaming, but she let go of the steering wheel as a result. We almost immediately started to nose dive.

"BOLLOCKS" she turned away her hand and held onto the steering wheel, regaining control.

"Heh heh, sorry, I sure do have a habit of spooking ya'" She quipped, focusing on the screen in front of her, acting as a windshield.

I made the mistake of looking in the rear window; There was a crew of 3 or 4 black drones, each piloted by which looks to be high-ranking officers and specialists. Each of them probably trained in hand to hand combat, years of experience, and a very extensive list of people they have neutralized, captured, or worse, both.

And we were being chased by 4 of these fuckers.

"Alright, (Your name), Hold onto literally anything. We're gonna try to out maneuver." Tracer said urgently.

The seat-belt light turned on above me, which I found fitting considering out current predicament. I held onto a handle on the cabin roof.

We started to do aileron roll, which immediately sent my head hitting the roof due to the slacked seat belts. Once we recovered, we did a nose dive. By now we've left the high-rise districts and now were flying above the industrial district.

We dived straight through two giant steam towers, narrowly dodging the side of either each. This didn't shake off any of them, and Tracer noticed.

"Alright, Listen ere'. I'm about to perform something that I haven't done in well over a decade. No need to worry, but if we do mess up- Sorry if I mess up, We'll probably drown in a river".

I looked outside the window and saw the river she was talking about. The river connected to a hydroelectric plant. It was enormous, the size of 3 city blocks.

Then I saw it, A large hole 30 feet wide. It was one of the holes where the water would flow through to the side of the dam was blocked up in the middle, leaving a semicircle of space to the other side. It was surrounded with steel beams and construction girders.

And it was that were Tracer wanted to fly us through.

I choked on my air.

"HERE. WE. GO." She paused between each word to create dramatic effect, but she giggled in every pause.

"Lets do this with style cutie" she quipped.

"Wait. WHAT? CUTIE?" I yelled, but the gunfire overpowered my voice

I had no time to react. We started to nose dive. Hard.

I held onto my seat as we started to curve back upwards, about to enter the hole VERY fast.

Then I felt a large crunch of metal beneath the cabin.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" Tracer and I yelled.

We heard the engine and rotors make grinding noises, clashing against the hull of the rover. I think I also heard a very large snap, but i'm not sure. That could have also been me.

Alarms started to blare out of control, filling the cabin with a series of blinking red and yellow lights.

I felt the cabin hover slightly due to the immense speed we were traveling at prior to the fustercluck. That didn't last long, because in an instant it started to drop very fast. I tried to see outside, with everything still spinning very fast. We were heading towards a fork in the river near a few docks and some cheap residential housing.

I turned to Tracer hoping for some backup plan or quirky remark before we died, But she had fainted. Her Chronal Accelerator began to flicker red. Without thinking, I pushed aside the controls between us both and shielded her.

Then all I heard was a loud crunch fill my ears, followed by bursting glass and water.

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