Chapter III

Look's like I just made it.. he thought. I'll have to leave the planet soon, or they'll find me..
He looked around himself. There's a ship there. I should be able to use it.
He stole the craft, and immediately flew off on a course far away from there. It was easy, flying the aircraft; he could easily control the craft with the new additions, and he wondered why the government had it outlawed. It was the perfect thing, in his opinion, and it wasn't hard to get used to. That very instant, it was growing through his body. Re-inforcing bones, speeding nerves, adapting reflexes, and making his body better than ever before. His skin was already the equivelent of average light armor, and was only getting better. He was now 30 lightyears away from earth, and needed to decide where to stop, to refuel the ship he was currently using. He also decided that it would be a good Idea to get a new craft, for the police would quite possibly follow him, for he had broken the laws they kept to such a high importance, as to spend trillions a year for.