The Descendants of Daedalus

by solaris2001

He chewed his gum deliberately as the plastic-tasting air blew from the small nozzle above into his clammy face, greasy fingers itching against the too-short armrests with the sticky buttons. Earbuds lodged beneath his hair leaked subtle bass and razor treble out to his fellow passengers, who busied themselves with filling overhead compartments and adjusting seatbacks and buckling in excited and irritable children. He exhaled shortly to fight a surge of nausea shaken with anxiety cramped high in his stomach as the door shut with an irrevocable lock and the cabin lurched back away from the gate into the unknown.

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