Brendan's tiny ship passed through the dead center of the first checkpoint coordinates, and it was already curving toward the first slingshot opportunity in the race as it sped onward. Of course, he had the advantage over all of the entrants in that he already had the entire course plotted. The ship hummed so softly that the sound of his breath seemed loud.
He shifted his position against the adjustable surface that was currently shaped as a seat, and tried not to imagine that it felt warmer than the diagnostics claimed. Even though the drive was currently barely accelerating the ship, heat was still building up within the small dense object that was carrying his personal bubble of air through the void. Soon he would need to stop accelerating and deploy heat radiators, if he didn't want to start dumping superheated mass.
