just that fast
Horiro hates travelling by the Levitating Train. His skin stretches just too much, often his body trashes about quite wildly going through a variety of supersonic cramps. The service might need to debug a little, thinks Horiro the moment he finds himself sitting in a Victorian armchair at 221b Baker Street, London with a very little chance to catch an evening flight to Tokyo, as it is the year 1893.
There’s a suitcase in front of Horiro, increasingly reluctant to make a good impression on him, but still looking far better than everything spitted out by a luggage terminal of an average brutality level.
Horiro opens the suitcase and pulls out an object resembling a jacket. It is indeed the LACTATION JACKET! (23 lacteal model, with natural fluid circulation)
The very moment there is something buzzing nastily, breaking in the room. It is the NANO-BUMBLE BEE! (twin nano-turbine model)
“Yes, it was me who sent the NANO-BUMBLE BEE, and so what?” Horiro confesses openly several scenes later, still sporting the lactation jacket.
Somewhere else in time the countess Arhanyi is dozing off with little Horiro’s lips stuck to her brand new lactation jacket. This won’t change till Horiro’s thirty fifth birthday.
Horiro switches on the telly. The news are on. “They know less than me again” Horiro shivers. The Levitating Train reaches the orbit with an insignificant delay.
To be continued…
