Down
She could feel the tightness in her gut. In her shoulders. In her hands and cramping in her legs. She raised her head to the sky. Breathe in. Send your breath flying back up. Fling it against the highest stuff. It was cold, so she could see her breath pluming, too slow to go far. She breathed out again, slow, expecting the cloud this time. She looked down. It was steep. Almost a sheer drop. It would be absolute insanity to run down it. Suicidal. She breathed in, rib cage trembling on the inhale, then steady on the exhale. The smooth side of a building streaming down. Sheer chrome, nothing but lights below. Every muscle in her body was taut and twitching, and it was not because she was here. She was alive. She had life? To possess. She was living? To do. To do stuff in time. To move. She was relaxed. And every muscle in her body was twitching. It was a very steep drop. Breathe. Quick. Up hair, over helmet. Down. All she could see was the roa...