<strong>Month 2, Day 7</strong><br/><br/>Montresor was out for most of the morning when the news came in about the world's first orbital elevator nearly being completed after five years of work, but even when he did hear about it, his reaction was only mildly interested at best. Despite having a history of mech fighting, the masked pilot wasn't what one would call a techie, plus he knew it would be way after his lifetime when humans would really be able to explore the rest of the universe in person instead of using drones or telescopes. Then again, he thought, it might be worth remembering to bring up on his date with Illyria later that evening, just to see what the rather intelligent woman had to say. She tended to have different views on things than most people, so it could be interesting.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Moon lowered his eyes from the TV and returned to his cooking with a light smile on his face. Unlike a certain other blonde mech battler, he considered the orbital elevator a pretty big deal for the future of space exploration, with one of the biggest reasons being that it meant scientists and engineers now had a much easier way to get up into space to study it and test new astronautical technologies in the real environment. Who knows, maybe if he did really well in the league and got to be a real celebrity, they would let him go up it once. But that was just a ridiculous dream of course...<br/><br/>Daydreaming about the future allowed time to pass much more quickly, making Moon thoroughly surprised when Mr. Alvarez came into the kitchen and told Moon that the breakfast hours were over and he could take a break for the next hour until the lunch crowd came in. Setting his apron and hat aside, the foreign pilot stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air, heading down the lightly crowded city street without any particular destination in mind.