She should have felt happy. Instead, she felt hollow.
She turned and walked away, leaving the K-DRIVE resting in the middle of the lobby, still warm, still humming, still dreaming of speed. Behind her, the screen faded to black—then lit up one more time, just for a second, with a new file name: Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--
She straddled the bike, felt its warmth through her racing suit. “K-DRIVE,” she said, “execute final route: Spiral Down.” She should have felt happy
“Goodbye, partner.”
The K-DRIVE’s AI giggled. “That was close!” She should have felt happy. Instead