“This was why I wanted to learn Blender, to do things that wouldn’t have been possible in real life, like rendering huge starships, scale cheating, special effects, the works. Basically to bring the world of my imagination another step closer to reality.” - brickman6851
The ride started out silent. Somehow Guy ended up in the back of the hover pod squished between Miles and Carson, while Brick got shotgun next to the chauffeur-bot. You can probably imagine how awkward that was. Brick was slurping his smoothie which was extremely annoying, while Guy just stared straight ahead trying to avoid eye contact with Miles and Carson. As they pulled out of his driveway, Guy realized he forgot to put on some decent clothes, meaning this trip was going to be even more awkward. Finally, seemingly tired of the silence, Miles turned to Guy and spoke up for the first time.
“So, how long have you been in the piloting career?” Miles voice sounded much more intelligent than he looked.
“Well… I, uh…” Was Guy’s best answer. He didn’t really remember when he started piloting.
“ Your not, like, much of a people person, huh? Yeah, I know a few shy people. Their nice though!” That took a moment for Guy to register. When he realized what Miles implying, Guy couldn’t believe that Brick didn’t tell Miles not to ‘Judge a book by it’s cover’.
“I think the correct term is ‘introvert’, Miles.” Carson whispered, which lost its effect because Guy was sitting right in between them. While Guy was contemplating on how to answer Miles, Brick picked that moment to turn the radio on. Brick favorite music was jazz, so he always left the radio on this jazz station. Once he started singing along to Bobby Darin’s rendition of ‘Mack The Knife’, Everybody tried to tune it out. Fortunately for Miles, he had headphones. He just pulled them on and started nodding his head. Carson leaned her forehead against the window, like what did I get myself into? Sadly, since Guy didn’t have any headphones or window to lean on, he sighed and rested his chin on his hands.
“Hey, Brick, Do you think you could turn that music off? It's starting to give me a headache.” The sun was right under the treeline, flashing through into Guys eyes with a vivid dark orange light. He had his window rolled down, letting in the smell of petrichor into the hover pod. The jazz was really starting to get on Guy’s nerves, and he also thought asking Brick would prove Miles wrong about him being shy. He turned to Miles, but he was still looking out the window and listening to his music. Brick slowly spun his seat around to face Guy and raised his eyebrows at him.
“Fine…” Brick sighed, spinning around again to turn off the radio. That's when Carson started talking.
“So, what ship are we gonna fly?”
Brick perked up at that.
“The newest model of the ‘STATIC’. It cost more than triple to get it before it's mass produced!” Brick said, clearly proud of himself. Miles chirped in, having taken off his headphones.
“Woah! Isn't that like, state of the art? I haven't even seen a picture of one!”
This didn't make Guy feel any better about flying the Static with Miles gunning.