The man’s lips moved. “What the—”
Below, the waves of the Ceres Sea stopped moving. They hardened into a flat blue texture, like a child’s drawing. The distant clouds ceased their drift. Even Count’s voice over the radio— “Trigger, break right! Break—” —cut off mid-syllable, replaced by a cold, repeating loop of static. ace combat 7 fatal error
And as the fatal error message burned itself into his retinas, Trigger understood, with the clarity of a man watching his own execution, that he was not a pilot. He was a process. A thread in a game that had just crashed. The man’s lips moved
That was when the world stuttered.
The last thing he saw before the void consumed him was the man in the polo shirt reaching for the power cord. The distant clouds ceased their drift