Maya staggered as the room transformed into a battlefield designed specifically against her perceptual abilities. The lights pulsed in patterns that distorted her synesthetic visualization, creating conflicting sensory information her brain struggled to interpret. Her portable analyzer flashed warning indicators across the screen as sound waves she couldn't hear bombarded the space.
Focus on what you can see, not what you feel, she reminded herself, fighting the vertigo threatening to overcome her.
Verne had disappeared through a doorway at the far end of the maintenance corridor, but reaching it meant navigating through what her equipment revealed as concentric rings of sonic disturbance. The invisible barriers were harmless to anyone with normal hearing—their brains would automatically
