First Pulse

Axles locked, then clear. I felt the static clear across my chassis. A quick micro-burst through the rear drive: my rubber tires spun against the slick plastic blister pack, creating tiny vibrations that echoed inside the clear shell. The friction was clean. Looking straight ahead through the transparent plastic, I measured the four carded vehicles resting flat on the grey lid below. The perimeter was open. I pressed my front wing firmly against the clear inner wall, testing its tensile strength, and held position.