We shot up to the heavens as we looked down on the Marble City beneath us.
“We actually did it, Hosea.” Corinne smiled as we flew around.
“Of course. I wouldn’t be able to have done this without you. I mean, you did help out with some of the parts and perfected some Eco-fuels here.” I complimented her.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who engineered it.” She noted.
“Quite true. Hey, how’s that new book treating you?” I asked her.
“Well, I did make the best seller list and averaged a four and a half star review.” She said.
Right above Rutland was us in a two-seater plane that was green and blue reflecting the environment around us and beneath us. The left wing had the words Regno Trionfale on it.
What can I say?
The sky was my archetype.