On The Mountain Top -ch. 1- By Professor Amethy... Review

Her radio crackled. Base camp, voice compressed to a robotic drone: "Professor Vane, we’re seeing a pressure drop. Storm’s coming faster than projected. Immediate descent recommended."

I climbed for six hours. The sky turned the color of a bruise—purple at the zenith, a sickly yellow at the horizon where the sun should have been. I did not get tired. That was the first wrong thing. My legs pumped. My lungs worked. But I felt no fatigue. No hunger. No thirst. I was a machine of ascent, and the stairs were the conveyor belt to a place that had been waiting. On the Mountain Top -Ch. 1- By Professor Amethy...

"Good," it said. "You brought a bell. Then you know the rules. Ring it three times at the summit, and I will show you what lies above the top. Ring it once, and you will forget why you came. Ring it twice…" Her radio crackled

As we climbed, the trees grew taller, and the underbrush thicker. The path grew steeper, and the air grew thinner. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my lungs burning. But I did not stop. I was driven by a sense of curiosity, and a thirst for knowledge. Immediate descent recommended