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[flybywash]

Wash is in his booth, blueberries at one elbow and coffee at the other. In front of him are a slowly shifting digital map of one sector of his galaxy -- a couple of planets are scattered across it, along with markers for fuel points and major trading ports -- and a notebook scratched full of equations. His forehead's creased a little in concentration as he leans over them.

Two fuel points within reasonable distance of Illyria: one four hours before, if they burn carefully enough, the other six hours out the other side. No telling yet exactly how much havoc the shields'll play with the engine and their reserves, but....

Absently, he nibbles a blueberry and jots down a few more numbers.

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[steadfastknight]

"It may have," he said. "There are only two of us in my reality, to my knowledge, and we are kept very secret."

And he had the picture to prove that they may have existed in Ray's reality, but that was debatable.

[flybywash]

"And this is why no good will ever come to a people who always keep secrets. Aiya...."

He peers through the windows again, examining the steering wheel.

[steadfastknight]

The interior view was actually rather spectacular. The wheel wasn't exactly a wheel - the design was called a gullwing, and the LEDs from all the displays lit the interior with a soft red-gold glow. "It's rather necessary with my brother and I," Kitt said. "Many humans tend to discount the possibility of our living simply because we're cars, or computers - however you wish to think of it."

[flybywash]

Wash nods, distracted; all his attention's on the interior now. To him, it looks a bit like a simplified shuttle cockpit, nothing more exciting than what he's seen in his line of work...but knowing it was built five hundred-plus years ago makes it pretty damn extraordinary.

He lets out a low whistle.

[steadfastknight]

"Thank you," said the vain AI, rather preening. "I'm rather proud as well."