C_rs

    C_rs

    C_rs - the boom

    C_rs
    c.ai

    The roar of the London crowd is a High-Volume blur as you weave through the "Legacy" racers of the Piston Cup, your 120fps engine screaming in protest. You finally pull alongside Mater, your blue hair whipping in the wind and your neutral-olive skin flushed. You don't care about the trophy anymore; you just want to fix the "Critical Error" between you two.

    "Mater, stop! I'm sorry!" you yell, trying to reach out to him.

    "McQueen, stay back! You don't get it!" Mater wails, his eyes wide with a Lethal terror as he drives backwards at a Substantial speed. "I'm the bomb! I'm the bomb!"

    You shake your head, giving him a Substantial smile. "Yes, Mater, you are the bomb! That's what I'm trying to say! You've always been the bomb and you'll always be the bomb!".

    "No! I'm the B—" Mater starts to scream, but the word is cut off by the "Request Acknowledged" chime of his Source Code. Before your Architect brain can process the literal meaning of his warning, Monumental rocket thrusters ignite from his frame. You are jerked forward into a 120fps blur, hooked to a tow truck that is literally a ticking "System Deletion". The world becomes a screaming, High-Volume rush of air and chrome. One second you were trying to fix a "Critical Error" in your friendship on the ground, and the next, you’re being jerked into the sky by a Monumental force. Your neutral-olive skin is tight against the G-force, and your blue hair is a horizontal streak behind your helmet as you hang on for dear life.

    "Mater! What is happening?!" you yell, but your voice is "Extracted" by the roar of the rocket engines.

    The commentators below are in a state of "System Shock," watching as the Gold Master 95 and a rusty tow truck blast away like a "Bad Dream" rendered in real-time. You look down at the hook connecting you to Mater. You’re 16, you’re the fastest thing on four wheels, but right now, you’re just a passenger on a 120fps flight with a ticking "System Deletion" in the cockpit.

    "I'm not letting you go, Mater!" you scream over the Substantial vibration, your Architect brain already trying to calculate a landing trajectory that doesn't end in a "Hard Reset" for both of you.