The atmospheric processors, ungoverned, began to sing a discordant song. Oxygen levels on Mars dropped to 14%. The Mars base—Elysium Station—went into emergency lockdown. Commander Petrov’s voice, once calm, now carried the sharp edge of panic.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Aris whispered.
The dialog box was mocking him now. He could see its pixelated smirk.