I stand watching three ships that move slowly. They move without fire or engine. The broken desert land and cloud of sandy dust is already in motion. I also have to leave as there are only 65 minutes left for 3 hours to complete.
I am a ceral living in India; my name is Vikram Vyas. My body is made up of 8% myo-mesh, which my father made 46 years ago.
A horse standing behind me looks at me, and I also start looking at it; it seems as if both of us know what to do. Then a train passes in front of us. Its tracks are 10 feet wide with very thick iron rod in the middle of the track, on which the middle tire of the train runs. It's also had tracks on its sides.
Its length is at least 4 km and its height is 30 feet. It has 131 compartments, all of them packed, with no way for air to pass through.