Narrator: TERAPORTS HAVE GOTTEN BETTER SINCE THEIR INVENTION. THEY USED TO BE NOTICABLE AND UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT ARE NOW WELL BELOW THE CONSCIOUS EVENT THRESHOLD.
Narrator: IT MAY STILL TAKE A FEW SECONDS FOR A LARGE SHIP TO COMPLETE THE TRANSITION, BUT IF EVERYTHING GOES SMOOTHLY THE INDIVIDUALS ABOARD THE SHIP DON'T FEEL A THING.
Narrator: ...UNLESS SOMETHING GOES WRONG.
Ennesby: We're being interdicted, TAG. There's still time to back down.
Elf: Don't let up, TAG. commit to it!
Narrator: THE MERCENARY WARSHIP TOUCH-AND-GO IS ATTEMPTING TO TERAPORT OUT OF A TERAPORT INTERDICTION ZONE. NANOSCOPIC WORMHOLES COLLAPSE AS QUICKLY AS THEY ARE OPENED.
Touch-and-Go: Roger. I am committing.
Ennesby: Committing suicide...
Elf: Owww...
Narrator: THE PROCESS OF RIPPING THE SHIP AND ITS CREW APART AND "PHASING" THEIR MATTER INTO "PACKETS" OF GRAVITATIONAL ENERGY PROCEEDS NEVERTHELESS.
Narrator: BUT WITH NOWHERE TO SHOVE THESE GRAVITATIONAL PACKETS, THE PROCESS RISKS GRINDING TO AN EXPLOSIVE HALT.
Fitzsimmons: Your ship is going to kill us all!
Kevyn: I do not want an ironic death. No, no, no!
Narrator: AND THEN THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE RESPONSIBLE FOR TERAPORT INTERDICTION MAKES A SNAP DECISION...
Officer: You let them go?
C.D.S. A.I.: I am SO fired.