“No, listen!” Rhys pointed past her to the comms station. Show me how bad you need it.” Her voice cracked as Rhys turned away from her and propelled himself back towards the door. Porn “What I do is manually introduce issues into the engineering environment. They’d be old, but they’d at least give us an idea if they were in trouble.”
“You get so into the mindset that your comms are useless that you don’t even think about transmitting a distress signal to anyone who might hear it and at least report that you’re dead.”
“Christ, that’s morbid.”
“That’s the dead zone.” Rhys shrugged. In the interim she kept diligently performing regular sensor sweeps, which at least gave her something to do besides read or watch movies or exercise in the ship’s tiny gym.
