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Shenzhen. She had thought it was
just okay. Nothing much to write about, especially since the good bits had been
taken out by the Politburo.
    Unlike
Zhen Zhao, 18 year old Wang and his parents had watched the Titanic in Hong
Kong. And unlike Shenzhen, free Hong Kong had shown all the good bits. It had
inspired him. It had inspired little Wang, inspired him to become a captain. A
captain of anything that had bow on it. And here he was.
    Doing it
with Zhen Zhao wouldn’t have been the same. She didn’t get it.
    4 sec
    Zhen Zhao
could see the faint outline of Wang’s little face. He seemed to be standing up…
and there was someone close behind him. She tried harder.
    A large, person
stood behind Wang. Eww he went from her to that??
    The trains
got closer.
    The
burly person was a man…
    The dude wasn’t
even Chinese… he had facial hair .
     
     
     
    Damn. Probably
had something to do with training the Mongolian hordes in exchange of sand for the
phones. Wang held out his arms to form a T, mimicking the corny Titanic pose
while his Mongolian male friend handled his junk.
    3 sec
    Zhen Zhao
shrieked.
    2 sec
    Startled, by
the shriek, Zhen’s co-pilot Chou looked up, just in time to catch the passing
CRH300. Chou observed, “Ugh, looks like someone spilt their latte on the
windscreen. That’s stuff is disgusting. No hot beverages says rule number…”
    1 Sec
    The little
boxes latched onto the trains.
    A
scrapping metal sound filled the CRH400A’s cabin as Zhen and Chou felt the
train slightly tilt.
    A similar
sound filled Wang’s train as he and his partner also felt a tilt.
    0 Sec
    Once the
little steel buggers had latched onto the under bellies of the trains, the made
in Russia steel cable began to exhibit a bizarre stress – strain graph. Normal
steel would have just expanded a bit and then snapped, probably derailing the
trains and resulting in a proverbial train wreck.
    However
the made in Russia steel cable expanded by about a hundred feet. The two trains
were halfway past each other.
     
     
     
    At the end
of this superficial expansion the steel cable from Magnitogorsk, went taught. But
unlike typical steel cables it didn’t snap.
     
     
     
    The effect
on the trains was instantaneous. Simultaneously both trains seemed to hit an
invisible wall. But there was no damage or shattering of the nose. Instead of
crumpling, slowing and derailing, the faster CRH400A following the laws of
angular velocity, swung left and lifted off the rails. Its target: The CRH300.
    29 micro
seconds later the CRH300 also lifted off and headed towards the middle of the sleek
black CRH400A.
     
     
     
    Up in
space, satellite Koba was all amused, this was the start of a long payback
for the Damansky Island bs… well technically Koba the satellite didn’t
have a soul, but it wasn’t entirely unfathomable. Primakov however, had a
beating heart and a working brain. It was all going according to his plan.
     
     
     
    The
CRH400A headed straight into the middle of its older cousin. Just when Zhen
Zhao thought it was all over, she hit some sort of a silent cocoon… the eye of the
storm. From up in the air, it seemed like a dog chasing its own tail… but there
was also another dog involved…
    Primakov however,
knew it was more like a couple of poisonous reptiles chasing each other’s heads
while going in circular motion.
    Either way
it was, trippy.
    The steel
cable had in essence clubbed the nose cones of the trains together. When coupled
with high speeds and aerodynamics, this had made the trains airborne. The
Chinese designers aka the Japanese, had never considered the little deviant
known as the centrifugal force. Why would they? They weren’t making a
rollercoaster for Disney World, Dalian.
    This Centrifugal
deviant, forced the trains to lift off and unwind at the same time. The mellow white
train, the almost invisible steel cable and the CRH400A all formed a humongous
S shaped rotating chopper blade. It was still trippy.
    The