He awoke, momentarily confused: Night? Day? Then senses kicked in, and with them, memory, awareness. A reboot. Of course. Either. Day or night. It hardly mattered. If he shut his eyes and feigned sleep, the walls would dim (if his personal sensors didn’t spot his ruse); then, if he sat bolt upright and opened his eyes wide, he might catch a glimpse of the dark olive surfaces before they flipped to pale blue.
He chuckled. That little trick hadn’t worked in quite some time. Not since the last...Read more