I got nothin' up my sleeve
Who: Ram, lightcycles, anyone~
Where: the Arena or one of the lightcycle-only trails around the Grid
What: a little friendly competition
Warnings: hopefully none
It had been a few millicycles since the last gridbug attack -- a few long, grueling millicycles of readjusting the progress assessments and risk projections to account for all the new construction that would have to be done now. The calculations themselves were right up Ram's alley, but it was (astonishingly) possible to have enough of anything, even one's own specialty, and the actuarial program left his operational sector one evening with the prospect of a diversion uppermost in his thoughts.
Slapping his lightcycle baton against his hand once or twice, he stared up into the roiling sky, then made a quick decision and headed for the nearest comm panel, preparing a message for anyone who might also find themselves at loose ends right now.
"Anybody up for a race?"
Where: the Arena or one of the lightcycle-only trails around the Grid
What: a little friendly competition
Warnings: hopefully none
It had been a few millicycles since the last gridbug attack -- a few long, grueling millicycles of readjusting the progress assessments and risk projections to account for all the new construction that would have to be done now. The calculations themselves were right up Ram's alley, but it was (astonishingly) possible to have enough of anything, even one's own specialty, and the actuarial program left his operational sector one evening with the prospect of a diversion uppermost in his thoughts.
Slapping his lightcycle baton against his hand once or twice, he stared up into the roiling sky, then made a quick decision and headed for the nearest comm panel, preparing a message for anyone who might also find themselves at loose ends right now.
"Anybody up for a race?"