A Sudden Turn at the Wheel

Whoa. Okay, waking up flat on my back wasn't the plan. Light blue floor under me, bright yellow bars above... wait, my fingers actually moved? I curled my fists, pressed against the molded plastic floor, and pushed myself upright. Ahead of me sat the molded steering wheel. I reached out, tapped its rigid rim, and gave it a quick experimental grip. Alive and behind the wheel—well, sort of.