Ack, vespene oil dripping in my face again...good thing I actually wore my goggles this time. I'm sitting under a hovercar, working on the inside of an engine. Not the cleanest place to be this early in the morning, but hey, its better than anywhere else I can think of.
An intercom beeps in by the garage door. I sigh. Its probably not good.
I put my tools down, a few of the nanobots I built take them and carry them back to their places on the tool rack. As I approach the intercom panel, I can already hear someone speaking into it.
"WTF JAY? ARE YOU IN THERE?" A loud, angry voice sound from the side speaker. I press a button on the front of the panel and speak into it. "Yes, I'm working on the hovercar." Silence. I can hear rustling and beeping noises. Then the voice speaks again. "Whatever, idc, I just need to make sure you are here, where you belong." The intercom beeps. Its done talking.
I sigh. That was my stepdad. Ever since my dad left me and my mom at the age of eight, my life has been a dictatorship. I am not allowed to set foot out of the propertyline of the house. I can't even try, cause my smart-!@# stepdad put in a sensor system called AWE around the farm, so even if a a stray fly comes in, my stepdad would know about it. Its sucks, being twenty year old girl and stranded at your own home.
My ma dosen't say much to this. She thinks I am a complete freak, with all my engineering and crap. She simply dosen't care.
Yeah, I suppose I could leave, but of course my stepdad has pointed out I have nowhere to go. I've been determinig whether or not to risk it and leave here since I was eighteen. I'm still here...but only for the time being.
Just then, my little friend Qwerty flies up to me, then sits on my head. Qwerty is my pet, I guess you could say. I made him too. I built him based of a blueprint of a Raven. He's not very big, but he is able to lift things about as heavy as me and help me out around the garage. My dad helped me build him.
I decided to work more on my hovercar. I've been working on this since i was able to hold and operate a molecular blowtorch. If I have any hope of getting out of here and getting somewhere, its this.
I guess that's why my dad left this here for me, I thought as I walked back to the car. He wanted to give me a chance, a chance to escape. It was his favorite of all his projects, but he never finished it. Like me, he loved to engineer things. I guess that's where i get my passion from.
I then go sit next to my car, and close my eyes. A tool flies from the toolrack into my hand. Oh yeah, I'm psionic.
Edited by Mockingjay on 7/24/2011 9:58 AM PDT