ISLAND IN THE SAND
Star lunged backward, the muzzle blast from the rifle was so close in front of her it seemed to explode with yellow fire all around her. There were seats in the conveyance and she found one by striking, and then bowling backward over it. With the machine’s capability of making gravity and inertia somehow non-existent and the scenery in every direction displayed without obstructions or reference, it didn’t seem right to do anything but stand when riding in the passenger cabin, not until everything changed anyway…
Star came to rest on her left side, quickly rolling over and using the soft plush seat back to assist her in coming to her feet. The surround vision of the outside world was gone.