She would never get tired of breathing free air.
Or of not being controlled.
Or of not being Combined Fleet Property.
CN-2067a, Cael to her friends, stood in the middle of the dirt track and closed her eyes. The slight breeze lifted her hair. Dropping her head back, she filled her lungs to bursting, holding the breath until her onboard rattled warnings in her ear about oxygen levels.
She ignored it for a few moments and then let the breath go with a contented sigh. She could have held on longer but that wasn’t the point. There was no command subroutine controlling her onboard any more so if she wanted to turn herself red in the face by not breathing, she could.
Opening her eyes, her vision was filled with blue. The vast, unending blue was unmarked by clouds or aerial vehicles. No ship
