Lloyd mounted the machine. As soon as his hands closed over the claw grips, a neural synchronization occurred. He and the bike became a single vector of destruction. The vehicle's core roared, a guttural sound that pushed the mist aside in a ten meter radius, creating a tunnel of artificial visibility.
"Alice..." Lloyd whispered, his eyes turning into two slits of green light, "wait a little longer."
He twisted the throttle wide open. The bike reared up on its rear water-wheel, sparks of primordial fire tore into the stone ground, and the machine shot forward like a projectile into the depths of the Ocean of Mist. The speed was so extreme that reality at Lloyd' s flanks began to fray into threads of light and shadow.
