Transtition

By Andrew D. Wright

Sun scorched desert air fell on me with the weight of centuries of windblown grit and my lungs seized in mid breath. My hand instinctively flew towards the recall hex just like I've always been told to. Getting the coding wrong can happen to anyone. Hit the red hex and you're instantly back where you started, none the worse for wear. It is always on the same place on the console and my stomach turned to water as it registered that I had never, ever seen a console like this. Nobody not dead for ages had.