Oh, she's ready; braced for takeoff, and prepared to start shooting as soon as the little target holograms show up.

And as the car rockets forward along the track, she starts grinning. It's a purely artificial adrenaline rush, she knows, brought about by the acceleration and the prospect of competition -- but what the hell, she'll take it.

The controls for the laser gun are beautifully responsive. She targets the first ghost-image to appear, and blasts it.