One More Mile — Female Cyborg & Motorcycle

She almost rode past it. Beneath a collapsed stretch of road, a broken pipe still drips. She leaves her motorcycle above and climbs down into the shade. For the first time all day, the engine is silent. She cups her hands and waits. It takes longer than she expected to gather a mouthful. Somewhere ahead, there may be a settlement. Someone who can repair her failing joints. A place where she can sleep without keeping one eye open. For now, there is water. A few drops. A little strength. The road…

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