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Despite many lifetimes of experience, Hanna did not know her way around a modern engine. The moment it died, the multitude of screens in the cabin going black, induced a level in incredulous panic in the immortal. She had experienced much worse, and no doubt would face similar in the future, but the sudden silence from the engine and loss of control confounded her.
The SUV rolled to a stop in the hard shoulder of the two-lane road. She tried the ignition, but nothing happened. Hanna popped the driver’s door and stepped down from the cabin, heedless of traffic. A car tore past with a bleating horn dying into the distance. She glanced its way, but otherwise rounded to the front of the SUV.
Perched on the bumper with the hood propped open, Hanna leaned across a sculpture of contoured plastic, rubber hoses, and forged steel. A marvel of technology, especially to one who still remembered the first combustion engine.
Quickly she surmised there was nothing she could do, and hopped from the bumper. Hanna placed a call, and sat on the SUV’s hitch, legs straight, and ankles crossed. Facing oncoming traffic, her head upturned to the sky and resting against the rear window, she waited.
Despite many lifetimes of experience, Hanna did not know her way around a modern engine. The moment it died, the multitude of screens in the cabin going black, induced a level in incredulous panic in the immortal. She had experienced much worse, and no doubt would face similar in the future, but the sudden silence from the engine and loss of control confounded her.
The SUV rolled to a stop in the hard shoulder of the two-lane road. She tried the ignition, but nothing happened. Hanna popped the driver’s door and stepped down from the cabin, heedless of traffic. A car tore past with a bleating horn dying into the distance. She glanced its way, but otherwise rounded to the front of the SUV.
Perched on the bumper with the hood propped open, Hanna leaned across a sculpture of contoured plastic, rubber hoses, and forged steel. A marvel of technology, especially to one who still remembered the first combustion engine.
Quickly she surmised there was nothing she could do, and hopped from the bumper. Hanna placed a call, and sat on the SUV’s hitch, legs straight, and ankles crossed. Facing oncoming traffic, her head upturned to the sky and resting against the rear window, she waited.