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number of people occupying it
with the same dreams and aspirations as Saki's meant that the odds of making a
mark here were slim to virtually non-existent.
Slowly but surely the scales were tipping towards leaving.
The days until Friday passed quickly, between school, friends, study and
work.
Half an hour early, Ellen bade Saki's parents goodnight before taking an
evening transport to Charlenes block. Ultralites were patiently recharging,
wings folded upwards in the takeoff gangway to save room, like fighters on
ancient aircraft carriers. Ellen had an ingrained habit of never taking the
first available, probably learned from watching too many spy and gangster
movies when Saki Aibu was young.
As soon as Saki Aibu was secure, the ultralite closed and rolled toward the
takeoff point. Motors started and the wings folded down just before it
reached the point of no return. Ellen soared out into the clear air between
buildings. A faint whistling sound penetrated the cockpit, a combination of
air rushing past and wing flaps adjusting position hundreds of time a second
to counter turbulence. Even with thousands of craft in the air at once there
was no possibility of collision with everything under central control via
Radio.
The ultralite was presently taking Saki's towards the distant sea. Almost
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