Tuesday June 10, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet

Transcript

Captain Tagon: Patch me back through to Pi. We need to speed this up.
Ennesby: Serendipity. He's calling now, sir.
Pibald: Captain, I was right. Someone sabotaged the Catcher, and it fired three crates through the team at twenty meters per second. Minor injuries only. . . Praise Andreyasn for good armor.
Pibald: We're offline until I've got new hardware. Don't wsorry. . . I'll be checking it out throughly. . . a couple of days of scanning, at least.
Captain Tagon: I want "speed up," he calls to say "all stop," and you say this is "serendipity?"
Ennesby: Humorous irony, sir. My mistake.