Marbles on Glass
6. 00
Chell followed the numbers.
She held them close, before each chamber, as a small reminder; the neon signs always told her when it would end. A dozen tests, more or less.
As far as her eyes could reach, those were the only certainties. Finite, clear, promising; they were half of a certainty, and already precious.
She did know how the sequences broke - a sudden change came, each time, to make her start over. But the end of her track, late or early, was due.
She walked forward until she saw the sky. Out there, she found no more numbers.