Suddenly, the ship’s gravity flipped. The drum beat doubled. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
"The Reflex is in charge now," Nick muttered from the comms station, his fingers dancing over a glowing console of synthesizers. "We’re losing the melody, Simon. It’s breaking down into the rhythm track." Duran Duran - The Reflex (Extended 80s Multitrack Remix)
Simon pulled the lever back, locking the beat into a final, soaring chorus. The Night-Porter shot out of the remix and back into the cold, quiet void of the standard radio edit. The silence was deafening. Suddenly, the ship’s gravity flipped
A voice boomed through the overhead speakers—distorted, echoed, and sliced into a thousand pieces: "R-r-r-reflex! Flex! Flex!" Thump-thump
"Look at the view!" Nick whispered. Through the haze of the solar flare, the "Valerie" constellation appeared, dancing on the edge of the radar.