FYS: The Last Ride, Part One (PG-13 for language)

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 Shasta sat cross legged on the wooden porch of her family's house, the light of Lost Earth reflected on the screen of her tablet as it rested in her lap. If she looked up, she'd be able to see the great brown, white and blue marble hanging over her head, enormous in comparison to the tiny Moon, both out of reach.

Stay focused, she thought. She touched the stylus to the display again, modifying the blueprint of the Barachetta roadster she'd found. Chop the exhaust there, increase the size the pistons, and then reshape the bonnet to fit the supercharger…

"Whatcha doing, Shas?" Her morph, Ratfink, a four foot tall brown rat wearing shredded jeans, a leather jacket, with a toothpick perpetually jammed between his teeth, looked down at her work, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Ratmorphs weren't popular on the Ring, lacking the general cuteness most morphs tried to project. Shasta had chosen his current form precisely because it wasn't cute.
 

"You're hooked into the same network that my tablet is, Ratfink. Can't you see what I'm doing?" Shasta shot back.
 

Ratfink gave her an eye roll. "I can see what yer doing. Why are ya doing it?"
 

"I'm gonna build a car."
 

"Why?"
 

"Because I want to."
 

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