It's been ten minutes.
"Captain to crew. Do we have anything interesting in the on-board prediction markets?" The crew probably would've bipped in a nonurgent notification, if there was anything running high or that just seemed obviously correct...
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It's been ten minutes. "Captain to crew. Do we have anything interesting in the on-board prediction markets?" The crew probably would've bipped in a nonurgent notification, if there was anything running high or that just seemed obviously correct. She was kind of hoping that someone on board would have some clue about what was going on, would confess to having some kind of mad-experimental anti-radio equipment buried in their checked luggage... not exactly that, of course, but something. |