Lucy's control device looks like a cobbled-together arcade joystick -- complete in retro neon colors, she's always had a fondness for old video games -- and she's been holding it close to her chest as they talk. She figures there's probably quite a few people like him in this course; people that struggled initially, and learned as time went on.
They can't all be specially selected former child geniuses at tech, she guesses. (And there's no pride at all in that particular thought, just an old bitterness she's never fully acclimated to.)
"I can do a demonstration," she nods, and with a few finger twitches, her Bursterfly is lifting off the railing and making a mighty swoop toward a nearby bright flower. Lucy could show off if she wanted, but she's more mission-minded right now. "Try to follow mine, and maybe we'll start getting some hints of Synthesis?"
She charts a course around the dome, her Bursterfly fluttering from flower to flower as they light up.
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They can't all be specially selected former child geniuses at tech, she guesses. (And there's no pride at all in that particular thought, just an old bitterness she's never fully acclimated to.)
"I can do a demonstration," she nods, and with a few finger twitches, her Bursterfly is lifting off the railing and making a mighty swoop toward a nearby bright flower. Lucy could show off if she wanted, but she's more mission-minded right now. "Try to follow mine, and maybe we'll start getting some hints of Synthesis?"
She charts a course around the dome, her Bursterfly fluttering from flower to flower as they light up.