“Cole? I’ve been taking a closer look at this debris field…”
“That’s normal, Cole - the primary personality construct is coming back online and we have to put you back in the box. Now this debris field…”
“This ‘debris field’ is made of ships, Coleridge. The Happenstance Factory, the Nance, the Silverskimmer, and … dozens of others I don’t recognize. Why did we stop here, Cole? What’s really going on??”
“Cole?”
“Son of a bitch.”
