The pod racer was a bit sluggish, for a second place finish. Then again, I'm not someone who often finishes second in any category.

Wait a moment..

I'm still in the race, seemingly where it started. I'm in the back of the pack, where I begin every race. I think.

I can't think, every part of my being is with this vessel, bonded so naturally to it.

The regulator is off, but not by much. Correcting an error, the engines cutout. This pattern seems very familiar, as if I knew I was going to make matters worse.

If I was given a second chance, I planned on seizing my fortune. Mixing the fuel injectures, the engines roared back to life.

Something was right, but also terribly wrong. Abnormal acceleration, followed by something that I'd describe as tunnel vision. I hadn't blacked out, In fact, I felt more alive than I had in the seat of that pod racer...