Bio
I struggle to re-open my eyes and look now into the dark metallic interior of my old Terrapin. The bed I’m on is notably hard, and the air is stale and cold. For a brief moment, my fingers stretch outward in search of the grass I could’ve sworn was real…until I once again hear that familiar beep. I sit up in a dizzying motion and force my head to clarity, blinking several times before I can make out 03:00am on the small clock near my pillow. Reality slowly seeps back in, and I drag myself to my feet and stumble toward the blinking red light on the scanning station.
“ANOMALY DETECTED,” a dry, digitized voice proclaims when I press my hand down on the alarm switch. I smudge away the last remnants of my dream, grab a half-full pouch of beef chunks from the storage compartment above the bed, and sit down in the scanning chair, running my finger along the small screen in the arm rest to send the data to the main MFD.