Henry reverently touched the orbital engines that would bring gravity to the Queen Mary XXII. Coming from a proud and prestigious fleet of liners that catered to passengers for centuries, she sat poised above the earth.
The owner cut the ribbon and Henry turned on the mighty engines that would keep her stable. The big wheels began turning and he felt a shudder, that turned into a rumble, that became a metal rending vibration. The engine room burst into flames and Henry’s last thought as the fire consumed him was, “Big wheels keep on turning, Proud Mary keeps on burning.”
City. River. Tree. 