She didn't hesitate. She dropped her wrench, wiped her red-stained hand across the pristine white wall of the corridor, and ran toward the airlock.
But a flickering neon sign in the Lower Reach had caused a microscopic seizure in her visual cortex—a glitch in her préconfiguration. Suddenly, the world wasn't a series of tasks; it was a palette. The Discovery of Color PrГ©configurations
She spent three minutes watching a rain puddle instead of clearing a drain. She didn't hesitate