Blood on the Asphalt biker
They were massive, winged constructs of chrome and glass, their engines sounding like the screams of a dying star.
"Don't look at them!" I shouted, twisting the throttle.
The Norton surged forward, but the First Road wasn't easy to ride. It responded to our internal state. Every doubt, every fear of the future, caused the road to narrow or buckle.
"The road is reacting to us!" Dax realized. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against my back, his breath hot against my ear. "Mia, look at me. Not the void. Look at us."
I glanced in the mirror and saw his eyes amber, fierce, and filled with a love that had survived simulations, betrayals, and the end of the world. I took a deep breath, and th
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