D.A.M. Chapter 4 - Learning from scratch
It is 5.30 AM. Spitty inside hangar was looking on sunrise. It was not his first one in life, but this particular one has a big meaning to him.
Who would thought. Few days ago I was just ordinary, well maybe not ordinary veteran, who would spend rest of his life in museum, somewhere on Florida. And now. Living techno-organic being. Eh, really "there are things in the sky and on earh that philosophist never dreamed of". Sunrise... first for living being... it is so beautiful. What is more to it, in the past it mean next day of battle.
"Spitfire Mk II, please proceed to hanger doors in 10 minutes" a voice announced from speaker
Oh, something is going on. Time for training and learning. I wonder how I would look in anthromorphical form? Eh better not to think about it now.
Spitty slowly drove to hangar doors. He pressed a green button with his propeller. Doors slowly began to open, pouring inside humid air and smell of breeze. The weather looks promising. There were no cloud