Monday December 22, 2003
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part IV: A Little First Contact


Voyt: Lieutenant Commander Der Trihs. . . By all rights, you should be dead.
Der Trihs: Dead is starting to look good.
Voyt: When I bottled you, though, I couldn't help but notice that your skull has been completely replaced with carbonan and piezogel. You're sporting a bulletproof, blastproof, fireproof travel case for your brain.
Der Trihs: A good Commander knows just how important his smarts are.
Voyt: Well, in your case, it's reminiscent of keeping potato chips in a safe-deposit box.