The Cryo Unit
Cryo Unit: confirmation and protocol
The voice, a sterile, disembodied presence that has become as familiar as my own thoughts, began its report. "Status: Your Brass Monkey cryo-unit is engaged. Internal temperature regulation is optimal." A faint hum, almost imperceptible through the thick insulation of the unit, confirmed its words. I felt the gentle thrum of the cryo-fluid circulating, a constant reminder of the fragile balance being maintained within my metallic sarcophagus.
"External forces, such as extreme G-load, confirm the slingshot maneuver is active, exploiting Delta-Nine traffic gravitational pull for maximum velocity." The words brought with them a subtle shift in pressure, a barely discernible tremor that resonated deep within the reinforced shell of my vessel. Delta-Nine, a scar of immense antimatter, was now a critical point in our journey, its colossal gravitational field bending space and time to propel us into the unthinkable anomaly. Are we just mere flotsam on its cosmic current, accelerating to speeds that would tear our unprotected fabric apart?
"You have entered the anomaly." The cyro tone remained flat, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet the pronouncement sent a shiver through what remained of my conscious mind. The anomaly. It was the reason for this perilous journey, the uncharted territory at the edge of known existence, a tear in the fabric of reality that defied all conventional understanding. Data streams, once a torrent of sensory input, now dissolved into transient light, a chaotic symphony of fractured information. This is the risk we had to take.
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