A doorbell startled Lance from his quick sleep. Lance groaned and glanced at his digital wall clock with one open eye. It said 0600 H. Less than four hours of sleep would trigger headaches the entire morning. He cursed inwardly, trying to move a muscle. But the pull of sleep still lingered.
The doorbell rang again. Lance finally moved and hauled himself out of his bed after a long stretch. He adorned the morning sun, even though it was faint, had not entirely invaded the confines of his new room due to a new window feature that would turn the tint automatically triggered by a press of a button.
He carefully sauntered outside his bedroom and across his living room. He glanced at his Ultragenerator that sat on the fabrication table to somehow elevate a sensation of success. The thought that the Lost Engineers needed his expertise in the matter had dumbfounded him.
