But if it was a test to see if I was ready for reality, did I want to pass it? My life was nerve-racking and mind-wrecking, but I liked the challenge—it was the only life I knew or could believe in.
What was I going to do?
The only thing I knew was that I couldn't tune in tomorrow and find out.
The time was now.
Horbit motioned the gun to my desk set. "Sign that paper."
I reached out and took hold of his wrist. I squeezed.
Horbit's screams brought in the guards.
I picked up the gun from where he had dropped it and handed it to Captain Keller, my head guard, a tough old bird who wore his uniform like armor.
"Trying to force his way back to the sleep tanks," I told Keller.
He nodded. "Happened before. Back when old man Preston lost his grip."