Even though it was still morning, the sun was up in the sky, shining very brightly. It was scorching and felt like something that would burn someone's skin.
If Tatehan wasn't in the armor, he would have been burning from the heat by now. But in this armor, it almost felt like nothing, the armor seemed to compress the heat, keeping him cool despite the harsh Martian sun.
Taking a few steps forward, he checked the map overlay in his vision. The miniature display expanded when he focused on it, showing the glowing yellow marker that indicated the motorcycle graveyard. Still several hours away, by his calculation. Maybe three, maybe four, depending on the terrain.
He dismissed the map with a thought and kept walking. It proved very useful; without it, he wasn't sure he would be certain of the place he was going to directly.
