Great,
thought A11_4_ON3.
There’s a
comm link.
He looked around for some button or
switch to turn off the radio communicator
so he wouldn’t have to listen to his so-called
teammates, but he couldn’t find one. “Don’t
get in my way,” he said. “Then I won’t have to
get you out of my way.”
“Wait!” STR33T_WIZE shouted through
the comm. “I’ve got an idea. What if we all
acted like friends for just a few races? Wouldn’t
that be crazy? Let’s do it! Gooooo team!”
“No,” ECHO said. “If he’s going to treat us
like any other racer, we do the same to him.”
“Let me hear you say
Red! Team!
”
STR33T_WIZE ignored her. No one took part
in his cheerleading chant. “Give me an
R
,” he
tried again, but once again no one responded.
A11_4_ON3 shook his head.
That
guy hasn’t changed at all.
He used to like
STR33T_WIZE’s unending positivity, but now
it was just irritating.
The track boundaries turned yellow,
signaling the race was about to begin.
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