She jumped into the cab. The 7launcher shimmered in the windshield.
Elara gripped the gearshift. "I'm going to plow the pig pen. Then I'm going to find Icon 7. And I'm going to plant a field of canola so big, this whole broken server crashes."
"You’re the new temp?" a gruff voice called out. 7launcher fs22
A siren wailed in the distance. The farmer grabbed her arm.
Panic hit her. She tried to take off the headset that wasn't there. She slapped her cheek. Real pain. She jumped into the cab
Elara stared at her hands. Calloused. Dirty. Real.
Her eyes opened. She was gripping a leather steering wheel. The horizon stretched for miles. To her left, a Fendt 700 Vario idled. To her right, a John Deere X9 combine harvester towered over her like a metal dinosaur. She was standing in the middle of a massive, unknown yard. "I'm going to plow the pig pen
"What is this place?" she whispered.