DICE

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Gala really tries out his new motorcycle. He leans forward slightly to balance the size of the bike he chose. Still not very skilled because it's only the second time he's ridden a motorcycle. Before? Never. Where did he learn? Gala can't answer that. He moves according to the instructions in his head. In his right hand to rev the throttle and brake hard. In his left hand, it's the same for pressing the brake. Meanwhile, with his feet, he maintains the stability of the bike.

"This is fun, Dice," Gala half-yells. The road he's on is steeply descending, where he sees from his glasses' visual display, a sharp turn awaits him at the end of this road.

"You don't need to shout, sir. I can hear you," Dice laughs.

Gala just smirks. Though he intended to provoke Dice, maybe get her out of her shell, the holographic girl refuses. She says, "I'm here, sir."

Even if not commanded to enter the dice also Dice wouldn't want to stay there for too long. In the cabin too. Although Bellamie can't see he