Twelve
Anticipation repelled the bad dreams. A solid night’s sleep and two eggs scrambled with cheese and peppers made me ready to take on yet another universe, so I hauled my box of clothes and personal items to the designated elevator and hit the lowest of the six buttons. The one with a temporary label reading CONSTRUCTION – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
Shifting gravity makes an elevator downright unpleasant. I burped salsa before the doors opened onto the locker room.
The pressure suit locker room was the size of the three-bedroom apartment I’d grown up in. Everything was so new it still gleamed. Tall aluminum lockers lined the left and right wall, where people going outside could store their clothes, datalinks and other detritus before going through the airtight door to Pressure Suit
