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Sharman Hix nosed her pod to the right. She caught herself moving her head, and cursed under her breath.
It was like catching herself moving her lips when she was reading when she was a kid.
Just a habit, and one she finally broke.
She rolled her shoulders to relax again. Tilted her head to the right and left, heard her neck crack.
She took a deep breath and started again. Left. Right. Up.
The pod responded smoothly. Sharman smiled. She was back on track.
She wiggled her bare toes against the skin of the control pad. The craft picked up speed, just as she asked it to in her mind.
She was one with this machine. It was part of her body now. An extension of her limbs, an extension of her mind.
She held her head steady, wouldn’t allow it to move even an inch, as she thought, Roll no
