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It made a list of passengers a while back. A good third of the people who were on it are gone now. One of them was a friend of mine. Something or someone jammed his door at jump time so he couldn't get to the couches. It was all over the network and we couldn't - we couldn't help him. We couldn't do a damn thing but watch him die.

I don't know for sure that the two things are connected, but why take the chance?

The jumps are lethal unless one arrives at the couches.

[ hmm. ]

That is unfortunate. But if we bend to his will then we will be looked upon as weak. Whatever the thing is, I will not lower my head in front of it.

Is this how they usually contact the ship?

Very. It was nasty.

[ she can't agree with your technique, here, but she likes the attitude. a smile creeps into her voice. ]

I'm not saying run away from the big dog. I'm saying don't pull its tail. But yeah, it's always over the network. We usually don't get the honor [ and the sarcasm on that is just thick enough to spread on your toast ] of a voice, though.

A big cowardly dog, then. And I thought we were speaking of a wolf.

[ those she had dealt with those, too. ]

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