The slim air turns wide underneath
your feet. You step on top of the Hendo Hoverboard and an unseen force condensing
, compresses and coiling like a spiral you cannot observe. It sinks for now a
split-second, slipping earlier to the hard copper floor below.
But earlier than it can lay a hand
on, the magnets build up
their resolve as they close to their
arch-nemesis, their object of revulsion. actuality flexes with the strain and screech
of motors. Your impetus reverses with a supple rebound. Gravity gives way. The
board regains misplaced altitude, settling into its number one space above the
ground.
You are hanging.
And soon, you are descending. But
not similar to socks lying on hardwood otherwise a snowboard behind a slope.
Not still dry frost on a bench matches the otherworldly not have of friction. some
semblance of toehold has been deleted. You don’t slow down. There’s nothing to hold
or dig into. The slipperiness subverts you balance. You incorrectly lean to support
for confrontation, but not any comes. You basically slide.
The nearby thing is bobbing up and
down on a push ahead a lake. Yet rather than water shifting away from below
you, the sharp sheeting under holds firm. It’s the board’s fascinating bottom
that’s so polished it can’t stay place.
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