Before I hear them I feel the turbines rumbling up through the soles of my boots. Slowly the walls of the chute begin to turn and the ladder starts to corkscrew up as the chute grows longer. The whine of the turbines grows from a rumble to a screech. Each time I dervish out I truly believe that the noise will keep growing until it bursts my skull.
And just as my skull begins to come apart and my field of vision irises in to a pinpoint and my eyeballs start to snake their way out of their sockets and I am praying for the blessed relief of the blackout that's overtaking me, like a rifle bullet, I am launched into the HyperSphere.