The control room smelled like old coffee and dying electronics. Dave Murphy sat in his chair and watched the monitors, the way he had watched them for the past twelve years.
The numbers on the main display were green. They had been green for twelve years. Sometimes they flickered, sometimes they jumped, but they always came back to green. Green meant normal. Green meant safe. Green meant Dave didn't have to press the red button.He took a drink from his paper cup. The coffee was cold and tasted like the machine had given up on it, which was fitting, because the...
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