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He groaned, rubbing his neck. "A dream," he muttered. " Fell asleep on the desk again."

"You have to leave the vehicle!" TheAdmin’s voice crackled over the radio. " The buggy represents the 'Heavy Discussion' threads. They are too heavy to cross over. Abandon them!" speedway proboards

They hit the bridge at full speed. The first section was stable—solid concrete keys like 'Enter' and 'Shift'. Elias’s buggy bounced over the grooves. He groaned, rubbing his neck

Suddenly, the ground beneath them rumbled. From the white tiles, two vehicles materialized. On the left, a sleek, futuristic motorbike. On the right, a bulky, armored dune buggy with wide tires. rubbing his neck. "A dream

"TurboGhost?" She raised an eyebrow. "Is that really you? I thought you were a fifty-year-old truck driver from Ohio."