August 24th, 2033
I had another vision last night.
I was piloting a ship, an enemy shuttle headed for the cargo bay of the battleship stationed over Los Angeles. I was alone, but I knew I wouldn’t be for long. A trio of troopers were pounding on the cockpit door and would be bursting through the hatch at any moment.
I was almost to the battleship.
All I needed was ten more seconds.
All I got was two.
The cockpit door burst open and I “awoke”. That was that. That was the vision. No beginning, a sliver of a middle, and no end.
How am I to process that?
I don’t understand.