Some Fiction .
Captain I'm detecting a strange tracking in our course .
What's that Number Two ?
Well the ship is on course but we're , what seems to be , falling . As if we're in the gravitational attraction of a large planet .
Oh no , the x-particle ?
Yes , i think so ? We might as well stop commandeering , we're in it's power .
How long until we reach the portal ?
We should be there shortly .
Prepare to analyse the particles .
We're detecting some now . Neutrinos , biological .
Biological ? Who are they directed to ?
We'll have to observe each others behavior , and physical changes .
I'm also detecting x- particles .
I'm also feeling odd , a nauseous feeling .
I too , anybody else ?
All deck hands confirm nausea .
The captain awakes in his chair . How long have i been sleeping ?
We've all been out of reality for twelve hours Sir .
Wait a minute , did we just communicate without speech ?
Yes , we're restructured to transmit and receive thoughts effortlessly .
Hail fleet headquarters , tell them we're returning , and our biological formatting .
They can reveal the changes and upgrade everyone .
Keep observation going we might have other changes .
An engineer in the propulsion guidance division reports complete confusion , he's been drugged .
Alright there'll be others like him to cure .
All ahead full .
Yes Captain .
Arrivederci Formats .
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