The snarling biomechanical competitors built by long hours of training and as focused as cardinal lasers Surround the small isolated jockey.
"I mustn't end up like them, its do or die this time" ready to give his last the jockey climbs into his coster and starts the engine. The twin moons a shimmering finishing line lazily rise above the dune filled horizon, as they did so the trial began.
Blue fire encircled each coaster as they exploded off the starting line, the jockey strained for balance as the world blurred with a sudden burst of speed.
As planned he set the coster skidding and sliding like a distressed animal refusing to maintain a trajectory, it thrashed uncontrollably and through him from the pilot seat and like an unwanted toy he came crashing down to the sandy ground.
"This isn't fair" he shouted and pounded the ground with his fist as he watched his coaster spin uncontrollably eventually burying itself in a sand dune but there is no backing down now
The other competitors were now but blue specks on the horizon contentedly racing to the twin moons, he longed to be with them. Sanding and brushing himself down he sighed and said " I was really really hoping it wouldn't come to this but then again I guess it was unavoidable... I will not become like them"
Running to the ruined coster he whipped out an ark tool and began slicing way at the fusion core pulling away components drenched in blue milky coolant.
Carefully he disabled the fail-safes and reignited the core as a result instantaneous heat bloomed melting circuitry and wiring All building to a critical mass. So the last human not twisted by mechanical parts is gonna detonate himself, I call that crazy said The jockey.
An unexpected smile split his face as he watched the coster superheat brimming ready to eradicate the last human.
Shielding her eyes from the blinding flash left Sarah's ears exposed as the deafening sound wave hit like a physical force, feeling the sound shake her entire body she cursed involuntarily gritting teeth.
The silence left by the cataclysm was a fitting as the jockeys sacrifice deserved a silence. "He did it.. he has hidden us in the supposed destruction of humanity thanks to him we now have a chance," Sarah told her daughter. watching atop a red stone pillar as the moons shortened Shadows they saluted the success of the jockeys final race.
Assimilation trials 3rd test. all but one subject converted, on the speed run subject 46 detonated his coster causing widespread system failer.
In addition, scanners picked up one of our ships leaving the atmosphere that was not scheduled this will provoke an investigation, the likelihood is that the vessels systems have malfunctioned due to the system reboot a team will be dispatched to retrieve starship 76, Report end.