By Andrew D. Wright

I reached for the console and felt rubbery shapes squirming beneath my sweat slicked palm as the familiar spinning filled my vision and the faster than fast burst of nausea filled my mouth with spit but it was all over before it could fully register. I felt my knees fold far, far away and my cheek hitting the electric cool of the public pad sent a jolt down my spine that brought home that I was safe. I was one for the books. I had random coded myself back to the Nexus.
I was the luckiest being alive....