The K-DRIVE’s screen flickered, then displayed words she hadn’t programmed:
This was volume 203. The final one.
Hiiragi knelt beside the bike and opened the maintenance panel. Inside, tucked next to the flux capacitor, was a folded piece of paper—the first page of her original diary, written in smudged pencil. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--
But somewhere in the city above, a girl who was no longer a girl walked toward her future. And if you listened closely, you could still hear the echo of an engine—faint, impossible, and absolutely free. The K-DRIVE’s screen flickered, then displayed words she
Her eyes stung. She wiped them with the back of her glove, then leaned down and kissed the bike’s handlebar. The K-DRIVE’s screen flickered
“Goodbye, partner.”