"How far did we travel?"
Rubbing her sore lower back, Mayer couldn't help growing curious. She thought through the pain level, calculated the acceleration, then worked out the distance from the time. The result was an unbelievable figure.
If that figure was real,
then if they stood this propulsion system upright, they could launch the entire village into the sky!
Mayer could no longer contain her excitement. She grabbed Heavy Bunny's enormous, thick, powerful, terrifying claw, stroking it as if it were the slender hand of a lover.
That metallic sheen, those thick, aggressive claws.
She suddenly felt like she was falling in love.
"Does it pass?"
"There aren't any major safety issues. The main problem is that your village doesn't have a driver. Who used to drive it?" Mayer asked curiously, her hands never idle as she continued to stroke Heavy Bunny's shell.
"I've always driven it myself."
"Then you might need to get a new driver's license. The old driving rules aren't suitable for this village."
"?"
"Get an F1 racing license. Do a few laps at twice the speed of sound. That's the vehicle most like this thing anywhere in the world."
"..."
The old village chief stroked his grizzled beard, then his bald head.
Did this make any sense?
Was it right to bully a sixty-nine-year-old old-timer like him? No, it wasn't. He'd better know his place.
The old village chief fell silent and said goodbye to Heavy Bunny as it prepared to leave. Mayer followed behind it. This engineer was clearly nowhere near as good as the last one; her suggestions were completely impractical. No wonder she could only be a quality inspector.
Mayer had no idea what the old village chief was saying about her in his head.
Her thoughts were entirely occupied with