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Flying without wings

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So... I've been augmented for a while now, more than a few years anyway. Anyway, I did it to earn a bit more cash after my special someone left me. It was hard, I was actually drunk at the time when I did it. Something they don't tell you is how hard it is to reverse augs, not like a tattoo.

Anyway, I chose to get a pilot aug, some of the more simple augs out there. Not too much surgery, and the recovery time is only a few days so it fit the bill for a sad drunk girl. But anyway, the flying is what I am getting at right? Besides that, the uniform and helmet is kick ass, what more reason do you need?

Look, I have EVA training, and I regularly use it for hull repairs and such, but nothing prepares you for space flight, not augmented anyway. See, non-augmented is fine, basically controls like a plane that can move in all directions, but augmented flight is different it has two modes. The is over a hard link, a spike gets jabbed into your brain and you control the ship like that, its more of a safety precaution really. The second way is over a wireless neural link, easier to use, painless to boot, its the preferred method of flight among professionals. Th's what the docs say anyway.

Anyway, the whole process starts with the flight suit, it doubles as an emergency survival suit with things like auto sealing, IV nutrients, forced respiratory functions, things like that. Its designed to keep you alive as long as possible in case of..... Events. The helmet is designed to help facilitate immersion with the ship being faceless and sealing you inside in complete darkness. I found it pretty comforting myself, but then the link takes over.

There isn't really a proper way to describe it, not really. You are the ship, the ship is you. Every panel is like a scale, or piece of skin, the cameras are your eyes, the engine, your legs. Its... Exhilarating, but still nothing like the kiss of space itself. The void and presence of heat dancing along your skin, the amazing array of colors just out of reach. Oh, once I saw a solar flare, must not have been many light years away because I saw the flare, it was as if an arm reached out into the blackness and then the origin point winked out. My mind still can't really process the colors I saw as my ship.

But then the shite part kicks in of all this. Once lift off has been achieved the on board computer kicks in. You're bombarded with calculations and read outs about the timing of turns and boosts, not to fly this way or that because of gravity wells. You start to notice every nick that errant space dust makes against your paneling. To guard against this thing you're told to "Focus on the mission, ignore the distractions," but you don't have anything to distract you from the distractions! One time, I my fight path took me between two grav wells, that was hell. I was incredibly aware of the pull on my hull as both grav wells started to effect me. Luckily they were pretty weak, near the end of their life span cause I was able to escape it all pretty quickly, only a minimal loss of time. Still pissed my suit from it all. Things they don't tell you right? Kinda why I quit flying, only doing it when i am hard up for cash or nobody is able to... Ah well, such is the life of an Aug.