He hadn’t drawn this route. The rover had pulled it from the deepest archive of his neural implants, recorded in a moment of grief he’d locked away.
His breath caught. Seven klicks from what ? The original colony had been destroyed twenty years ago, the day he’d lost his family in the evacuation scramble. He’d buried them in his memory, not in the ground. drive u 7home
blinked again. Then: U7 = YOU ARE SEVEN KILOMETERS FROM HOME. He hadn’t drawn this route