485137i Review

Elias didn't turn around. He just watched the screen as the numbers began to count down.

The screen didn't just show the code anymore; it reflected a version of the room that was perfectly dark, except for a figure standing directly behind his chair. 485137i

The graveyard shift at the Eklund Observatory was usually a silent affair, punctuated only by the hum of cooling fans and the occasional drip of a coffee machine. Elias, the lead data tech, liked it that way. He didn't like surprises. Elias didn't turn around

"485," Elias muttered, glancing at his station number. "Cute." the lead data tech