The illuminated racetrack caught Tachyon's eye. Dawn's child watched as the radio-controlled copy of the car rushed forward, overcoming obstacles, and tried to get the words of his instructor out of his head — to no avail.
“Don't be ashamed of the time spent to rest — even the genius mind needs to be reset. Every second of tranquillity can push you to a discovery that previously seemed unthinkable.”With a grin, Tachyon moved away from a transparent partition and left the old test site now serving to Dawn's Children as an entertainment platform allowing to detonate test samples beautifully. What would a mentor who had long lost his mind say when he found out that his best student was lost in dreams of a perfect car?
Even it could be tamed, adapted to needs, but the human body, which is destroyed by loads, can not be modified. At least not yet.
Immersed in his thoughts, Tachyon did not notice the scientists waving at him. They were clearly headed for the bar and called Dawn's Child with them. For a moment, he wondered what to do — follow them or return to his own compartment drowning in blueprints, and for the thousandth time try to modify the load-reducing fluid compartment?
— Screw it, — Tachyon murmured under his nose.
If he doesn't let himself blow off now, he's gonna go crazy. Who could know that just a week of forced vacation — damn trauma, damn raiders — would turn him from a brilliant messenger of Dawn's Children into an obsessive?
Seeing his friend gesturing to him, pointing towards the bar, Tachyon smiled and nodded theatrically. In the end, he's still human.
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