As you board the craft, the advertisements ring in your head like the recruitment video for a long forgotten death cult. You have made your decision-it is time to leave Earth, the fading, depleted planet you were born on, but the only home you have ever known. Departing for the promise of new life under the light of a distant star. You are checked in, scanned and processed. The journey promises to be relatively quick- but the toll of this promise is to breathe the liquid of the G-suit for the duration. It wraps itself around you, temporarily blurring your vision and filling your lungs. The countdown initiates. The jump to ALT space commences. Reality distorts, visions fill your mind. Nothing can be trusted. As ALT space takes hold, the feeling of immense pressure covers your body, even with the benefit of the G-suit and the stims. From the periphery you notice movement from behind you, you try to look, but are pinned by the force of movement. The ALT trance takes hold...
