At 05:57, the Operator entered the Control Room. There were no windows. There did not need to be. The world was already inside. Across one wall, ships moved through ports and trade routes. Across another, drilling rigs stood above formations while laterals disappeared into geological cross-sections. Markets expanded and contracted. Factories opened. Permits appeared. Companies hired. Decision-makers moved. Capital changed hands. Signals flashed. Prospect populati

At 06:12, the aircraft entered the mountains. The autopilot was flying. That was exactly how the Pilot wanted it. Altitude steady. Course steady. Airspeed steady. The navigation system tracked the planned route through a broad valley toward the western pass. The machine made hundreds of tiny corrections without complaint. The Copilot studied the instruments. “She's holding it better than I could.” “Probably.” “Better than you?” The Pilot smiled. “Probably.”

At 05:20, the first weather report arrived. The Arctic camp had been awake for an hour. Canvas snapped against the wind. Dogs shifted impatiently beside loaded sledges. Ice crystals moved across the ground like smoke. Beyond the camp stretched a white plain nearly indistinguishable from the sky. The Expedition Leader read the report beside a lantern. Pressure holding. Winds moderate. Crossing window favorable for approximately eighteen hours.