my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

        She’s been racing around the test track for a good
        hour now; both to check on the status of the latest
        Satomobiles and as a way to blow off some steam.
        Driving has become second nature to Asami. Shifting
        gears comes as easy as breathing and feeling the rush
        of wind in her face as the weight of the car shifts into a
        turn almost feels like a hug. Driving is her only constant in
        a world full of inconsistencies.

                               When she finally brings the car to a halt, she removes
                               her helmet and climbs out. One of her assistants is there
                              and excitedly informs Asami that she’s just beat her own
                              record (“That’s your fastest time yet, Miss Sato!”). She’s about 
                              to respond when she notices that someone else is there to
                              watch. A small smile forms.

        “General? What are you doing here?"