Driving through a tunnel created by a typewriter is not a smooth experience. It is like driving through a kaleidoscope of bad ideas.
The Plot Twist screamed through the vortex. Outside the cockpit, reality flickered. They passed a world made of shrimp. They passed a draft where Aldren was a cowboy. They passed a universe where everyone was a sentient chair.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Elara Vance shouted, typing furiously to keep the tunnel stable.
"There is no road!" Kaelen Thorne yelled back, wrestling the stick. "There is only narrative potential! And it's slippery!"
"We're exiting in three seconds!" Li Wusheng radioed from the pit. "You will emerge directly behind Lord Aerion. Sector 3: The Final Stretch."
"Get ready," Kaelen gritted his teeth. "The transition is going to be rough."
"Rougher than the coffee?"
"Nothing is rougher than that coffee."
Elara hit the 'Enter' key.
POP.
