‘I want to update you on the plan,’ said Zak. ‘Don’t go looking for a new team-mate just yet. I won’t be on that flight to Mars.’
‘Wow,’ said Tom. ‘How’s that?’
‘I’m going to escape before the Colossus leaves port.’
‘Brilliant,’ said Tom. ‘Then what are you going to do?’
‘I’m going to return to Earth, then come here and live with my Gran.’
‘What does she think of that?’
‘She doesn’t know yet, but I’m sure she’ll be fine.’
Tom’s avatar looked happy, but a little uncertain.
‘Hang on, didn’t you once say she was at death’s door?’
‘Yeah, but she should last a few more years, that’s all that matters.’
‘Okay,’ said Tom tentatively.
‘Only joking. I can give her some company, she doesn’t go in for your standard old lady robo-cat.’
Zak closed an eye and accessed his personal video record via the Mind Patch.
‘Here’s a bit of video, from today,’ he said. ‘It’ll be a bit of a culture shock, but all I need is my Mind Mat.’
‘Got it. So, the career path is back on track.’
‘You bet. I’m gonna practice really hard and learn as quickly as I can.’
‘That’s what I like to hear!’ said Tom, his avatar punching the air.
‘So, you still reckon I can make it?’ asked Zak.
‘Totally,’ said Tom. ‘You’re the most talented player I’ve ever played with.’
‘Thanks,’ said Zak. ‘At least someone supports me. My family couldn’t care less.’
‘I’m sure they’ll take an interest when you’re earning billions from tournament prizes,’ said Tom.
‘Yeah. What a great thought,’ said Zak. He paused, and dwelled on the prospect of becoming world champion. He thought of the glory, the fame, and the money.
‘Snap out of it!’ said Tom, able to see Zak’s eyes glaze over.
