6 years later
I pry my eyes open, the alarm waking me. Sitting up I looked at the time. It read 7:15. Crap. I currently have 15 minutes to make a 45 minute drive. I'm screwed. I had a meeting with a professor at MIT and had no way of making it. Or did I. There was one way but I hadn't tested it yet. A while back I had started a project for quick transportation. The biggest project I had ever done, it took from the beginning of my junior year in highschool to the end of my senior year in college.
I threw on a pair of jeans, some Chuck Taylors, and an old aviator jacket. I ran to my work table and grabbed a sleek, black watch. This watch was no ordinary watch either. It looked more like a wrist gaunlet, a fashionable piece of leather. With my ability, I created a neural pathway exclusivley for this watch. On it I could make calls, texts, browse the internet, bypass any security system or make myself invisible to any camera. I connected to it and held my palm and wrist up. As I did that, a hologram popped out and gave me a beautfully crafted interface. I mentally scrolled through it until I chose what I wanted. As I walked to my garage I saw my old Ducati. I had gotten it for my 18th birthday. I turned to my inside pocket on the aviator jacket and grabbed the keys. I hadn't uploaded the code needed to sync the watch to my bike but that was no problem. I looked at my bike and focused. The code appeared within a matter of seconds. I quickly downloaded the software and opened up my maps.
Riding my bike out of my house, I went a mile up the road just south of my house. I live on a piece of land closley outside of New York City and had no trouble hiding the bike. I pulled up the gauntlets interface and found an alley just 5 minutes outside of the Starbucks I was meeting at. I clicked on it, finding the coordinates and sending them to the bike.
I looked at the gauntlet as it downloaded the coordinates and locked in on the spot. Twisting the guantlet's interface knob and pushing in, the world around me disappeared. I waited for a moment. A moment too long. Worryingly, I checked my wrist. It had been 30 seconds. Suddenly the setting around me changed and I was in the alley just next to the one I set. Close enough.
I rode my Ducati out of the alley, surprising a few pedestrians. I looked at the watch, ticking down it read 7:23. I was at the coffee shop and went straight to the restroom forgetting all about my hair before I left. I went and wet my dirty blond hair then pulled it up into a bun. Finishing up and walking out I got me a scone and a latte, then found a seat right as the professor walked in.
"Record Timing" I thought to myself.
