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“What is it?” asked a lanky guy with a pimply face and short- cropped hair.
“It's a jetaircar, obviously,” responded his short, squat friend.
A crowd had gathered in the Pythagoras area between the Student Center and the Kyla around a vehicle that appeared like a narrow cross- section of an airplane wing with a bubble in the middle for a cockpit, sleek in the front and thick at the rear. Rubber tires were in the four corners, allowing it to drive the streets as an automobile, and singular jet stuck out from the cockpit, thrusting the vehicle to flight velocity and allowing it to fly like an airplane. It was a brilliant white, reflecting the high afternoon sun so that those gazing upon it had to shield their eyes or wear sunglasses.
“So what's so special about a jetaircar? Highways have been used mostly as runways for years,” argued the pimply guy.
Joram Contendo stood next to them looking over the vehicle. It was so beautiful. What would it feel like to drive a vehicle like this? He imagined himself in the cockpit, maneuvering the joystick through the clouds, diving towards the Atraville campus at lightning speeds, and then pulling up at the just above Joli Beau as she was walking back from classes. He would land next to her and offer her a ride, watching as she took a seat next to him with admiration all over her pretty face.
"This isn't just any jetaircar," announced Dr. Trevor Scelestus, standing next to the car and leaning heavily on a cane. His black hair was haggard with streaks of gray and his face looked old for his young age, in his early forties.
"So what's different about it?" challenged the pimply guy.
"We'll start with the sanctus energy scramjet propulsion system developed by Dr. Gyonyoru Yokepu," the professor said, hobbling behind the car and slapping a large hump projecting outwards at the back end.
“It is theoretically able to propel the conveyance at velocities beyond the bounds of light,” said the impeccable Dr. Gyonyoru Yokepu in straight monotone. He walked stiffly behind the vehicle to stand by Dr. Scelestus, his handsome ebony face displaying sheer scorn for the crowds of students that had gathered to see his invention. “Of course, none of you would comprehend such enigmas.”
“It's impossible to go faster than the speed of light,” complained the pimply guy. “Masses become infinite at the speed of light, making it impossible to approach or exceed.” He had a very satisfied smile on his face. “This car won't work.”
“You got him on that one,” laughed his squat friend.
Several others in the crowd laughed with him. “Good job, man.”
The scorn on Dr. Yokepu's face, however, only deepened. “Sanctus matter exists in the sanctus dimension. The only reason you're able to perceive it is because its apparition in the real dimensions reflects all light: thus it appears luminous white.”
“Yeah, but its still matter and it still can't go the speed of light,” argued the squat guy.
“Only real matter is limited by the speed of light,” Dr. Yokepu spat. “This vehicle is not composed of real matter; it is composed of sanctus matter. Thus it is bounded by no velocity limitations.”
“Its navigational system is designed to travel through the sanctus dimension instead of three- dimensional space,” Dr. Scelestus added smoothly, noticing the agitation of the crowd at Dr. Yokepu. “For this reason also it cuts corners through space and can reach destinations instantaneously. The speed of light simply doesn't apply.”
There was a blunt silence through which someone in the back of the crowd dared to speak. “Can I take it for a spin?”
“Who would like to drive it?” The haggard professor asked in agreement.
Everyone's hand shot up except Joram's. It wasn't that he didn't want to fly it; he just didn't think he had a chance among so many.
“Can I?”
“Oh, choose me!”
“I want to try it!”
“Oh, please?”
As if in a dream, Joram saw the professor's steal- gray eyes pierce through the crowd and lock onto his. “Joram, would you like to go for a drive?”
Narration by Howard Douglas; based on discussions with Tomma Torstig.
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