Flying under these conditions strongly reminded Alex of riding a motorized wheelchair. Those same dainty fingertip controls, that same almost silent buzz of engine, and that same sense of sitting, wrapped with cloying security, in the care of a smart machine. Alex direly wanted to try something stupid, but he wasn’t about to try anything stupid under these circumstances. He’d wait till he’d won their confidence, till they gave him a lot more initiative and leeway. Then he’d try something stupid.