Omake: Potent Fly For a One Guy
(inspired by the theme of "Ambrosia build with only one keyword but high Potency")
[A fine but well-worn desk in corner of a room - midscale hotel, maybe, or some conference room, or a nightclub in the day. The overhead light is orangeish, stilted. Two men sit at it. One, collared shirt, dark skin, big smile, with a portable recorder and a 360 mic. He speaks with the smoothness you have to learn. The other, long coat, face concealed by a tube scarf and big opaque goggles. He sounds vaguely Iranian, or maybe Turkish? Arabo-Italian? You really can't tell. They shuffle awkwardly. The first one starts.]
1: Well, thank you again for speaking with me, Mr. Risk.
2: Oh, yeah, that's actually something I wanted to talk about. I've decided to lose the name Flight Risk.
1: And why's that?
2: Really the same reason I agreed to this interview. I don't like talking much, it's so slow. I think I did my last one, uh...
1: Twelve years ago.
2: Twelve years ago, yeah.
1: So, what changed?
2: Well, the cops caught up to me in, uh, Ejina, and they were really mad. Like, guns blazing and I'm pretty sure it was an international squad. So I called in some favors to look up where I'm wanted, and it turns out it's every country.
1: You're wanted in every single country?
2: Well, not all of them, but at least two-thirds. All because I fly free, you know?
1: So it's all trespassing charges?
2: Also smuggling. Now, I'm completely sure that's fake. When I ran Absolute Speed Shipping, I for sure, whatever I was carrying followed international law. If there was something hidden in the parcel, and our scans couldn't detect it, then I'm a victim of deception. You know, it was hard enough getting people to agree to look at the loads sometimes, I sure as hell wasn't gonna smuggle their synth or whatever!
1: Ah, before we get back to that, you mentioned you're changing the name from Flight Risk. What's the new one?
2: It's Orbit! And you know why?
1: Why?
2: Cause I live on the MOON now! Look at this!
1: Is that a moon rock?!
2: Yep! I already knew I don't need air, but turns out depressurization can't hurt me either. Only thing is I'm not sure about the radiation.
1: Actually, uh, for the benefit of younger viewers, perhaps you could explain your power. Since some of them might not, uh...
2: Remember me. It's okay. So yeah, my name's Orbit, and my power is [Flight]. But like, REAL [Flight], not that weaksauce figure skating like Soapie, Fall or the new kids. For starters, I can fly faster than any plane. I have the senses and reflexes to steer at high speeds. I'm immune to friction, asphyxiation, high G's, earthly extreme temps, collisions with micro-objects - NOT big stuff like bullets though, ow! - and I can fly all day, long as I pack light. Yeah, long as I have a GPS, the world's my oyster.
1: Wow, that's-
2: And after I figured out the moon thing, I went and drew my initials on every planet. I'M THE FIRST MAN ON MARS! SUCK IT, GALACO!
1: Wow, that's amazing. Uh, changing subjects a bit, why did you decide to close your shipping company? It was once ranked one of the world's most elite contractors.
2: Oh, straight to the tough ones. Well, the elite thing was kind of the problem. One, they always wanted me going to the same cities. New York, Miami, Moscow, Beijing, Horizon, then do it all in reverse. Cause the so-called elite wouldn't let me know where their stupid hideouts are. When I started this job I was all over the bush around K- my home turf. But people kept bugging me, and I got used to the money, and I had to move up. And the attacks! God, the attacks. Every damn time in Horizon someone wanted a shot. Like, hello? Everyone knows I bleed like a normal guy! I don't speal steed like Footboy neither! Like, I just wanna fly, why are you dragging me into feuds and stuff?
1: So do you mostly fly around the Moon now, then?
2: Like the song. IIIIII just wanna fly, put your arms da da dadada...oh, yeah, the moon. Yeah, it's been fun, lots of craters and stuff. But I still visit here. I want to get my seized money back, not sure how though.
1: Have you considered joining Powers? I believe they allow selection of contracts.
2: With Scarlet Maturity? HA, no. He tried to chase me once, you know? Had to ditch him zigzagging the Pacific, it took hours. It was fun at first, but God, some people...
1: I have a last question for you, but before that, is there anything else you want to put out there? Keeping in mind that I'll publish the full recording, if that's okay.
2: Yeah, do that. What I want to say, uh, just give me back my money. And drop the arrest warrants.
1: Thank you. And last question. I understand that your power does not lend itself to battle. But why do you not work in disaster relief, for example, evacuating flood or fire victims?
2: Listen. What I want to do is fly interesting places, and live large. Not work-fly all day. That's why I delivered things fast. And I'm not gonna spend life on beck-and-call of some firefighters just cause I got this power. You know what, I'll give CNSA a moon rock, that'll be my good deed for the day.
1: They're-
2: Yo, listeners! If you ever have an interesting flight for me, give me a shout. Just put it online, I guess.
[He walks offscreen. Sound of a window sliding open. Sound of a swoosh, quickly fading. The other man, his collared shirt now sweaty, sighs. The wind comes in with a slow, deep noise.]