Waking of Saturday, April 22, 2017
I’d been trying so long.... so hard....
I’d
wanted so badly to find Mei....
“Have you tried playing with your
gloves yet?”
“Hah, I don’t think I’d be able to control it....” Unless I cut the fingertips off, but I don’t want to do that!
“Sure you could!”
“What were your joysticks like?”
“Well this one over here had to
move like this, and like this.... and this one moved like this.... and on this one were the
buttons for—”
Dad went on explaining the various cockpit
functions. I didn’t really pay the closest attention until something lodged in
my perceptual filter:
“And on top, we had a little tiny joystick for—”
“You had thumbsticks?” I blurted.
“Yeah.”
“And you could control them?”
“Oh yeah. It was easy.”
“With your gloves on and
everything?”
“Yup!”
I might have been too impressed
with just that to remember to argue that Well,
did you have a bunch of little thumb buttons and a D-pad?
Maybe someday I’ll try playing with
the flight gloves on. I could practice on the Plateau. :)
He used to do a lot of search and
rescue, Dad did.
Search and Rescue.
Search
and Rescue....
It was a heroic thing. He even
saved lives.
Heroic....
Heroic
Search and Rescue....
What—
What kind of Hero was I, if I
couldn’t even find one slippery fish
woman?
Blow it.
Blow it all, Robbie!
I had some Searching and Rescuing to
do!
I WAS GOING TO FIND MEI. Because
she was missing, and her husband and children needed her to be all right.
I ran out the door of the Woodland Stable and plunged down the road that
Zorona never followed and that Molo only dreamed about.
I’M COMING TO SAVE YOU, MEI!
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