Told through various eyes, Dark Dweller follows a young girl who claims she has seen all of time and must save everyone from disaster.
The ship’s shrink, Dallas, scrawls again. The nib squeaks and taps on the sapphire screen. Her eyes are greedy, and a conceited little smile crests her lips. She’s enjoying this. To her, I’m the find of a lifetime. A case study for which all psychiatrists wish. A trophy to laud in hopes of some academic prize. She thinks her work, her life, important. It isn’t.
My life is, though. Too important to end up in this damn box. This wasn’t part of the vision. The Fulcrum approaches, and I only get one shot. Humanity only gets one shot.
None of us has time for this shit.
Dallas raises her eyebrows and waits, though she hasn’t asked a question in the last five minutes. Does this waif think I’ll just blurt out everything in my head to her? Start gabbing like
