But the risks were high. Some found incredible wealth, others would never again form a cogent thought. Sphere survivors also peopled the darkest asylums.
Trev didn’t come for the Sphere, he came for the flying. Like Neil Armstrong, the first and the best. Except Neil’s flight, other than an insane level of risk on barely tested equipment, had been achieved mostly by science, planning, and huge infusions of cash. Trev’s flights were about instinct and art. And each flight was as risky as the first. Neil had done his stunt once, survived, and been done. Trevor was shooting for a hundred. Just twenty- seven to go.
The Sphere never touched him. Oh, she fought his arrival, he’d always thought of the Sphere as a cranky old b***h, but he’d slipped in each time.
He glanced at Zen as the “A” tra
