Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -final- — -k-drive--

And then, finally, it powered down.

Two thousand, one hundred forty-seven days. She’d started this diary when she was fourteen, a scrawny kid who could barely keep the anti-gravity driftbike from scraping its underbelly against the tunnel walls. Back then, the K-DRIVE had been a salvaged wreck—half the conduits fried, the stabilizer held together with zip ties and spite. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--

Her eyes stung. She wiped them with the back of her glove, then leaned down and kissed the bike’s handlebar. And then, finally, it powered down