“Due end of week,” she said.
I accepted the file transfer.
“Check in on the dome too, yeah?”
“Or we’ll all die?”
“Cold,” she said, her aug profile smirking.
“Mars is colder.”
“Answers for everything.”
“This trip wouldn’t work without me,” I said.
“Don’t be so sure.”
We ended comms.
I stared at my screen.
With a flick, I opened an isolated program and equipped a headset.
“Activate,” I said.
My private quarters morphed into the landscape of a digital alien world. Starships, exotic forests, grand ocean cities.
Reality wouldn’t send me over the edge just yet.
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