Princess of the insurgents 15 Cindy, the crazy driver.

The powerful sound of an engine that reminds to a part of Jane, her own century, extirpates the girl of her dreams. When she opens her eyes, her head, placed against a somewhat hard seat, shifts and hits a car window after a big bump in the rough terrain has violently jumped the sports car, which travels at high speed on the road.

Jane doesn't rub her painful forehead for long and already, the white sports car takes a very sharp bend that forces it to stick against the door.

Lost in what seems like a thick jungle, she can hear several other powerful engines revving at full throttle.

When completely awake by the shocks of this high-speed journey, her beautiful eyes smile as she recognizes a Chevrolet Corvette, which by its design must have been produced shortly after her soul was transferred to this century. Feeling her heart a little overwhelmed by a complex nostalgia, she can't help but to scream an exclamation of joy mixed with surprise.

"Whoa, here we are now in the '70s!"

"Hey little princess, criticize my car one more time and I'll throw you out without slowing down."

The threatening words in the cold voice incite Jane to step back to protect herself from the person sitting to her left. Due to this driver's muscular driving, the old-fashioned seatbelt stretched to the extreme, however, does not allow her this purely instinctive action.

Stuck in the car coming from the past, Jane watches with interest as the beautiful young blonde woman sitting in the driver's seat.

She can't be much older than 20. Her beautiful angry green eyes form a V shape and her pink lips that highlight her sexy little mouth tremble with rage. The young woman dressed in a red leather suit very close to the body who threatens to cave under the pressure of her two big breasts must be very tall, considering that her seat is pushed back to its maximum.

Jane, who in no way wished to criticize this car, nor to anger its owner, whose first name she doesn't even know, opens her mouth, but she hesitates to speak. This beautiful young woman doesn't seem to be simple and obviously, she must misunderstand everything. Believing that talking to a paranoid, bad-tempered woman would only be detrimental to her, Jane shuts up and makes herself very small in her seat.

"Trees, watch out for the trees!"

After a 65-degree turn at full speed with the parking brake on, Jane panics as she sees the trees coming dangerously close. The car swings to the left very quickly, but the beautiful young woman simply reaches her hand, out of the car.

It only takes her a split second to direct what Jane thinks are fire snakes towards the group of trees blocking her path. The fire snakes roll up from the bottom of their trunks to their treetops almost instantly, and when the car reaches the original location of the sturdy-looking trees, all that is left of them is ashes already gray.

The power of this ultrrapid attack, doubled by the flames whose infernal heat literally charred these trees in an instant, makes Jane shudder. Yet as frightened as she is by the beautiful young woman whose strength must be among the most powerful generating stations, Jane is even more excited to have the opportunity to make such an encounter.

"Don't underestimate me, Princess. By the way, I'm Cindy and from now on you're under my command."

The princess title doesn't sit well with Jane, who not only possesses a soul from the fusion of two people of very different social backgrounds, but has also just been disowned by her father.

"I did not wish to give you the impression that I underestimated you, as to my name, it is Jane, not Princess."

Ever since she woke up, Jane has had this strange feeling of being naked. Her clothes are still present on her body, but when she lingers on her wrist, her eyes widen and she understands the reason for this strange feeling.

"Looking for your personal assistant? No need, we destroyed it when we freed you from your cage."

This personal assistant, is like a limb to the human beings of that time. No sooner is a child born than its parents are forced to equip it with this tool that will accompany their offspring throughout its evolution.

Just as legs are used for walking, a personal assistant is used to find one's way, to learn, to become a good citizen, or to discover the world in this era when for many, leaving one's neighborhood is forbidden.

Her confinement in her metal prison was bearable, but the absence of her Personal Assistant causes Jane to panic to the point where she begins to breathe faster and faster.
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In such a green environment, much less polluted than Washington, Jane can no longer find oxygen. Carried away by her panic attack, her vision becomes blurred as she clings to the car's dashboard.

Cindy sighs in the face of this exaggerated yet very common reaction. As one scientist of the time put it:

[Free a human being of the chains imposed on him by his technological tools and all you'll get is a panicky being who'll go insane and regress mentally.]

"Calm down Princess, as soon as we get to the base, we'll provide you with a virgin personal assistant. If we had left you yours, your father's men would have been too happy to come here. Like a man, a personal assistant has an identity of its own. This identity, which can be similar to a name, is characteristic and therefore, there is nothing simpler than finding one of these devices with the help of satellites or internet terminals. We'll be there in 5 minutes. I don't know you, so you'll understand that I don't know if I can trust you. So as not to take any risk, I'm going to blindfold you, so that you don't know the location of our base."

Jane internally curses this woman who at first was able to be reassuring, but was unable to maintain her pleasant demeanor for more than 10 seconds.

Jane, still panicking, manages to calm down somewhat after a heavy slap reaches her delicate little cheek. With tears at the edge of her eyes, she pushes away the young woman who, after parking, approaches a thick piece of black cloth of her face.

"I'm just like you. If I wasn't a psychic, why would my own father want to lock me up in a military camp?"

Cindy, plunges her eyes into Jane's. She looks at the beautiful girl as if she were studying a stupid little thing, then she spits a "Tsch" between her clenched teeth.

"You're not like us. In fact, you're the our total opposite. We all grew up on the streets of the worst neighborhoods. We have known nothing but contempt and hunger and never would one of us have agreed to be quietly escorted to a military camp without fighting. Unlike you Princess, we have been living on the edge since we were born and we have always been aware that it is only a matter of time before we lose our lives. And you little Princess, what battles have you fought so far? Apart from fighting against your huge dressing room where you couldn't find your favorite outfit, despite all your money and power, what have you done to help the people? Now, don't move or when we get to the base, your beautiful face won't be recognizable."

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