C41 The Choice of two histories

The heavy copper console hummed beneath Vespera’s fingertips as the central clockwork reached its peak resonance. The three prongs of her key hovered over the master ignition slot, glowing with an intense golden light that illuminated the vaulted glass dome.

Director Alistair did not reach for his sidearm. He merely watched her with a look of solemn, terrifying pity