The range was on the surface above the ice. Gun technology didn’t change very much from the 2020s. The changes made to moderate weaponry was things like adding tiny Gauss gun tech into them. My side arm was one of the latest upgrades. It was a 9 millimeter Glock that had the addition of mini Gauss and light amplification. A Gauss addition used electro magnets constantly in front of the bullet to pull it down the barrel. The light amplification used a laser light brighter then any flashlight on earth behind the bullet to push the bullet down the barrel. Of course the old tech was still in use as well with these additions. The kick you felt was from the rapid expansion of the gases caused by the heat of the gun powder. These new 9 millimeters could fire at a rate of 2500 feet per second.
No matter the tech level it was still fun to punch holes in signs. I loved trying to make smiley faces. I just had problems when I would try to add the nose. I’m not really sure why the nose was even added to the smiley faces but they were. I could get the eyes pretty good with three shots straight up and down in a row. I could get the eight bullets to make the smile just right. Hell, i could even get the tongue done with five bullets. But the darn nose never looked right.
“That’s pretty good,” Dave said. Dave was a local retiree. He loved to come and hang out where people were shooting to hang out and hear the news. In case you had not guessed the range wasn’t really a gun range. The United States of Space would come around once a month to place a new sign dictating what we could and could not do. And we would all take time out of our schedule to destroy those signs.
“Yeah, I can never get the nose right.”
“Well, shit. Let me show you how it’s done.” Dave pulled out a rifle that looked to have every mod available. He leaned it against his motorized scooter. He pulled the trigger three times. “The trick is to go wider.”
He wasn’t wrong. The outside siren went off. “You better hurry home now, sir.” I said. “You going to make it?”
“Oh hell, I was headed to the bar anyway. It’s quicker then going home.”
“Hop in sir. I’ll get you there in a jiffy.” I pulled open the door to my truck. “I’ll get your scooter after the all clear.”
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