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She knew by now that the teleporters weren't anything to be trusted, that just as she relied on them to get her from one zone to the next, they could just as easily spit her out a pony or hold her captive for months on end.
She knew, she always knew, somewhere in the back of her head, that there existed the possibility the teleporters -- or Hypatia, or whatever force was at fault -- could throw her forward in her timeline,
but crippling herself with worry wasn't an option.
She keyed in her destination and walked into the teleporter without a hitch. In that instant -- that one, infinitesimal moment of time -- she saw the beginnings of what everyone from her world had been talking about. The feud, the AIs, how utterly hopeless she'd felt losing CT to Texas, how absolutely determined she was to make it up to the rest of them, blinded by the competition. In that one instant, she came to the moment she broke.
She tumbled out of the other side of the teleporter in pain, in so much pain. Each voice inside her head was screaming for recognition, in pain and agony from the Director's words, and she couldn't think, she couldn't function. She was only vaguely aware of writhing on the ground, that somehow her surroundings weren't what she was imaging them to be. Her movements knocked the wearable alive, and it glowed brightly as it started an open video feed. It showed a view of Eta and Iota crouched by Carolina's side, the three in synchronized agony.
She knew, she always knew, somewhere in the back of her head, that there existed the possibility the teleporters -- or Hypatia, or whatever force was at fault -- could throw her forward in her timeline,
but crippling herself with worry wasn't an option.
She keyed in her destination and walked into the teleporter without a hitch. In that instant -- that one, infinitesimal moment of time -- she saw the beginnings of what everyone from her world had been talking about. The feud, the AIs, how utterly hopeless she'd felt losing CT to Texas, how absolutely determined she was to make it up to the rest of them, blinded by the competition. In that one instant, she came to the moment she broke.
She tumbled out of the other side of the teleporter in pain, in so much pain. Each voice inside her head was screaming for recognition, in pain and agony from the Director's words, and she couldn't think, she couldn't function. She was only vaguely aware of writhing on the ground, that somehow her surroundings weren't what she was imaging them to be. Her movements knocked the wearable alive, and it glowed brightly as it started an open video feed. It showed a view of Eta and Iota crouched by Carolina's side, the three in synchronized agony.
