The still-glowing cloud veil rolled back as Hilgarda steered us clear of the ground. Rooftops whizzed past as we continued to climb higher, and their tiles rattled, at least I imagined as much.
It felt good to roam the skies once more, freeing even. The train's ability to function was a mystery to me, like most Uvaaaru technology. Still, I had to accept that Hilgarda knew what she was doing; she'd saved us countless times before, so this was no different.
I pressed my face against the glass and looked down in awe. No tracks were guiding this train; it was the opposite. A small rail section would appear underneath wherever the train went before it was swept away like unstruck bowling pins and reset anew.
'I could watch this every day.'
Cali was correct; there was a strange sense of satisfaction from observing the repetitive process, but I couldn't afford to waste the opportunity for planning and began to fiddle with the buttons on my communications device.
