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.