“Rampion, ready for liftoff!” The dash lit up with controls and screens – only the most important ones. The same sterile feminine voice came over the ship’s speakers. “Thorne, I can’t set the automatic lift. You’re going to have to take off manually.” He gaped at the controls. “Why is my ship talking back to me?” “It’s me, you idiot!” He cocked his ear toward the speaker. “Cinder?”
