“All sync points are secure,” the hangar command system reported. “We’re good to go, Boss.”
“Yes!” Jink cooed, signaling readiness to the spaceport command hub. “Request permission to detach.”
The hub reviewed the status of detachment protocols and acknowledged. “Detach at will, Jink,” command replied.
Holding nervous breath, Jink depressed the detach sequence black, red, black, white.
“Hangar, report status!” he barked.
“Initializing interface, Boss. Should be back on line momentarily.”
“What went wrong?”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow, Boss. Can you clarify the question?”
“Why did the detach sequence fail?” he probed.
“You’ve lost me entirely, Boss. Status normal.”
“Wait, no shit?”
“No shit, Boss. We’re in the skiff. Systems online momentarily.”
“No shit,” Jink muttered, reviewing the logs. “I guess I expected something more dramatic.”
“Sorry for the anticlimax, Boss, but dramatic on this scale is not compatible with life. You just flipped space-time inside out.”