Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

Pryce.Research.N101
New York System, Liberty Space

Main Hangar bay


Angela Wight turned sharply at the voice, seemingly having forgotten the others were there. She hesitated a moment, then spoke;

"I can see it." She said, indicating the infared sensor pack attached to her helmet. "When we first walked in, the exterior temperature of Mister Doyles' vessel was around two hundred and fifty-three degrees Kelvin."

Nickatelli interrupted; "So what? It just came in from space. Of course it's cold."

Angela tilted her head slightly, her helmet concealing an expression of irritation. "So normally, anything entering this hanger would instantly begin to rise in temperature, once meeting the controlled enviroment of this hangar."

"So?" Nickatelli replied.

"So, what makes this craft special, is that since it has been here, it has dropped in external temperature, to two hundred forty nine degrees Kelvin."

Nickatelli stared uncomfortably at the fighter, and remained silent.

There was a slight reverberation along the length of the bulkheads, which Nickatelli recognized as the sound of the ship docking with something, apparently another ship, as this ones engines were still silent.

Ellis, ignoring the noise, frowned slightly, and spoke;

"I think we should check that sensor package Angela, it may not be functioning correctly."

Angela answered; "I calibrated it right before we came in." She looked at Doyle. "Mister Doyle. For the first couple of minutes after you left your ship, You were two hundred and fifty-three degrees Kelvin. Now you're about normal human body temp."

Ellis looked at Doyle sharply; "What?" She shook her head. "That's not possible. A human body can't survive at that temperature, period, let alone move around."

Angela answered; "Regardless, that's what I saw."

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