Chapter 4 third chapter
Dahl at his bench sorting spores from the star Theta 12 Orionis.At this time, Ben Trin's data pad sounded a message prompt.Tring glanced at the screen and said, "I'll get some coffee." Then he turned and walked out the door.
Is there something wrong with my coffee?Dahl was suspicious and went back to work.He had been on the Intrepid for a week, and had been performing his coffee duties according to the rules.He kept the coffee pot in the pantry full and filled his lab colleagues' coffee cups as soon as they were empty.They don't hate it - although they are self-sufficient for the most part, they occasionally enjoy the superiority of having someone around them.
That reminded Dahl that he should check to see if the coffee pot was empty.Kesaway had just poured a cup of coffee before, and Dahl wanted to ask him if he should make a new pot.
He found himself alone in the lab.
"What happened?" he said to himself.
The lab porch door slid open, and King and Captain Abernathy entered.
Dahl stood up straight and gave a military salute: "Captain, Commander."
Jin Huan looked at the laboratory: "Second Lieutenant Dahl, where are your colleagues?"
"I went on a mission." Dahl said after hesitating for a while.
"Then leave it to him." Abernathy said, walking straight to Dahl.He held a small bottle, "Do you know what this is?" he asked Dahl.
A small bottle, Dahl thought, but he said nothing. "An alien biological sample," he said.
"Very good," Abernathy said, handing him the vial. "You know, Lieutenant, we're sailing into the sky above Merovia, which is full of artistic wonders, but its inhabitants are obsessed with resistance to any kind of medical treatment." He paused Down, as if waiting for Dahl's reaction.
"Yes, sir." Dahl reacted and gave the captain's expected response.
"Unfortunately, they are suffering from a plague sweeping across the planet, and the population has also declined sharply." Jin continued, "The Cosmic Alliance is very concerned about this, because the huge losses caused by this plague will destroy their civilization and make this planet Fell into a dark age and could not be revived."
"The government of Merovia rejected all medical assistance from the Cosmic Alliance," said Abernathy, "so the Intrepid was secretly sent here to collect pathogen samples and develop corresponding anti-bacterial agents, and spread them on the planet where they should can eradicate the plague."
Antibacterial agent?Dahl wondered, did they mean vaccines?But before he could ask, Kim spoke again.
"We sent a two-person team ashore to collect samples secretly, but they themselves became infected in the process," Kim said. "The Merovian plague has taken Ensign Lee's life."
"The damn plague dissolved her muscles from her bones." Abernathy said solemnly.
"Another crew member who was infected was Captain Kerensky," King said.Then both Abernathy and King stared at Dahl, as if trying to inflict upon him the fear and misfortune of the sick Captain Kerensky.
"Oh, no," Dahl said courageously, "Kerensky can't die."
Abernathy nodded. "I think you know the importance of the little vial in your hand," he said, "to develop an antibacterial agent from it. If you do, you can save Kerensky."
"And all of Merovia," Dahl said.
"Yes, and them," Abernathy said. "You have six hours."
Dahl blinked: "Six hours?"
Abernathy nodded: "Is there any question, sir?"
"There's not much time," Dahl said.
"What the hell are you talking about!" said Abernathy. "It's Kerensky who is at stake! If God could create the universe in six days, you must be able to develop an antibacterial drug in six hours!"
"I'll do my best, sir," Dahl said.
"Trying hard is not enough," Abernathy said, grabbing Dahl's shoulders forcefully, "What I want to hear is that you will do it!" He shook Dahl's shoulder violently.
"I'll do it," Dahl said.
"Thank you, Ensign Dill," Abernathy said.
"Dahl, sir," Dahl corrected.
"Dahl," Abernathy repeated, before turning to King.As if flipping a switch, Abernathy took his attention away from Dahl entirely. "Hurry up, Kim, we have to conduct a hyperwave communication with Commander Drezner. There is not much time left." Abernathy strode out of the laboratory door.Jin followed, giving Dahl a curt nod.
Dahl stood there holding the sample vial for a moment, then he recovered and muttered.
"Who can tell me what's going on here?"
The storage room door opened, and Cassaway and Betsy came out. "What do they want?" Kesaway asked. "Have you checked your inventory again?" Dahl sneered. "We don't judge your work," Becky said. "So what the hell are they up to?" asked Collins, coming in suddenly, with Tring following her, a cup of coffee in his hand. Dahl tried his best not to get mad at them. He calmed down and raised the bottle, "I have to develop an anti-bacterial agent to deal with this thing." "Antibacterial agent?" Tring asked. "Isn't it a vaccine?" "I just repeated their orders exactly," Dahl said. "They only gave me six hours." "Six hours..." Trin couldn't help but look at Collins. "Well," Dahl said, "even if I now know what the so-called 'anti-bacterial agent' is, there is not enough time at all. It will take weeks to synthesize a vaccine." "Tell me, Dahl," Collins said, "what was it like when Kim and Abernathy were talking to you here?" "What do you mean?" Dahl said. "Did they come quickly and give you orders directly, or did Rory babble a bunch of nonsense?" asked Collins. "It was some nonsense," Dahl replied. "Is the captain acting particularly dramatic?" Kesaway asked. "What's 'special drama'?" Dahl asked. "Like this," Becky said, grabbing Dahl's shoulders and shaking violently, "what the hell are you talking about! Not trying to do it! Just doing it!" Dahl puts the bottle away so it won't be accidentally shaken out. "Yes, exactly." "Well, these are his favorite lines." Becky said, letting go of his hands. "I don't understand what that means." Dahl looked at his lab colleagues. Collins ignored Dahl's complaints. "One more question," she said, "did they explain the reason to you when they asked you to develop an anti-bacterial agent within six hours?" "Yes," Dahl said, "they say it's the longest time it takes to save a captain's life." "Captain's name?" Collins asked. "What does it matter?" Dahl asked. "Answer my question, Second Lieutenant." Collins deliberately mentioned Dahl's rank, which was the first time in a week. "The captain's name is Kerensky," Dahl replied. There was a moment of silence. "It's the wretch," Becky said. "He always suffers, doesn't he." Cathaway snorted. "He's not bad." He stared at Dahl. "Someone else died, right?" "A second lieutenant named Lee has turned into a puddle of liquid." Dahl replied. "Sure enough," Kesaway said to Becky. "Please tell me what's going on," Dahl asked. "It's time for the truth to come out," Tring said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah," Collins nodded to Kesaway, "Jack, bring that thing here." Kesaway rolled his eyes and turned to go to the storage room. "At least tell me who Captain Kerensky is," Dahl said. "He's a member of the bridge," Trin said. "Technically, he's a navigator." "The captain and Commander King said he was part of the field team taking biological samples," Dahl said. "That's right," Tring said. "Why would they send a navigator for that job?" Dahl asked. "So you see why I'm emphasizing 'technically speaking'." Trin took another sip of his coffee. The hatch of the storage room opened, and Kesaway came out, holding what looked like a small box.He put it on the nearest idle charging pad, and the little device activated. "What's this?" Darl asked. "This is the box," Kesaway replied. "Doesn't it have an official title?" Dahl asked. "Probably," Kesaway said. Dahl walked to the box, inspected it carefully, and opened it to look inside. "Looks like a microwave," he said. "No." Collins said, picking up the small bottle and handing it to Dahl. "Then what is it?" Dahl looked at Collins. "It's a box." "That's what it's called? The box?" Dahl asked. “Call it an advanced inductive experimental quantum computer, if you will, obtained blueprints from an extinct species of both intelligence and courage,” Collins said. "Is this its true identity?" Dahl asked. "That's right," Collins put the vial into Dahl's hand, "put it in the box." Dahl took the vial: "Aren't you going to let me prepare the sample?" "Usually it's prepared," Collins said, "but since it's a box, you just put things in it." Dahl extends the vial into the box and places it on a ceramic tray in the bottom center.He closed the front cover of the box, and turned his gaze to the instrument panel outside. There were three green, red, and white buttons on it. "The green one is the start button," Collins said, "the red one is the stop button, and the white one is for opening the front cover." "I thought there would be more complex functions and operations," Dahl said. "Generally yes, but it's—" Collins didn't finish, and Dahl continued: "It's the box, I already understand." "Let's get started, then," Collins said. Dahl pressed the green button.The device started to work and made a roaring sound.There was a light inside.Dahl peered and saw the vials being turned on the tray. "Aren't you kidding me?" Dahl thought to himself.He looked up and asked Collins, "What's next?" "You said Abernathy and King gave you six hours," Collins said. "right." "The box will tell you the answer in about five and a half hours." "How did it tell me?" Dahl asked. "It'll ding," said Collins, and walked away.
About five and a half hours passed, and with a weak "ding", the roar of the trays in the box stopped, and the indicator light also went out. "What now?" Dahl said to himself, staring at the box. "Look at your data pad," Tring said without looking up.Dahl was the only one left in the lab who was concentrating on his work. Dahl grabbed his data pad and turned on the display, which showed a rotating view of a complex organic molecule and a long list of data.Dahl tried to read them. After a while, Dahl said: "I can't read it at all, the amount of data is too huge." "Don't worry," Tring put down his work, walked towards Dahl and said, "Now, listen to your next mission. First, you take your data pad and go to the bridge to find gold." "Why?" Dahl was puzzled, "I can pass the data to him." Tring shook his head: "That's useless." "Why—" Before Dahl could ask, Tring grabbed his hand. "Shut up and listen, okay? I know it doesn't make sense, and it's even stupid, but it's the only way to solve the problem. Take your data pad to Kim and show him the data. When looking at the data, tell him: 'We're almost done with the analysis, but there was an error when it came to the protein coat' and point to the data that's being displayed." "Egg white?" Dahl asked. "It doesn't have to be a protein coat," says Tring. "You can say what you want. Enzyme transcription errors, RNA replication errors. My personal preference is protein coats, because it's easier to say. The point is, you You have to show the stats and say everything is going pretty well but still needs work." "Why do you have to do that?" Dahl asked. “That’s when King will rightfully frown, stare at the data, and tell you that you’re missing something fundamental and leave it to him to fix it,” says Tring. 'Oh! Sure enough!' Or, 'That's right!' Or if you really want to suck up to him, say, 'Commander Kim, we can't think of a solution like this in a million years!' He'll be very helpful .He doesn't show it, but he enjoys the flattery." Dahl was dumbfounded, and Tring grabbed his hand again. "Or you can roll off the bridge as fast as we can," Tring said, "give him the data, point out the error, let him fix it, get the data pad back, and leave quickly. Don't let yourself cause trouble." His attention, don't be smart and do unnecessary things and say unnecessary words. Go to the bridge, work, and get out, this is the most sensible behavior." After speaking, Tring walked back to his workbench. "These actions don't make any sense at all," Dahl said. "It's really meaningless," Tring nodded, "I told you already." "Are any of you going to explain it to me?" Dahl asked. "Maybe." Tring sat down at his workbench, "but not now. All you have to do now is take the data to the bridge and show it to Kim immediately. Your six-hour time limit is coming up. Hurry up." .”
As soon as Dahl rushed out of the gate of the alien biology laboratory, he bumped into someone. He fell and the data pad fell to the ground.He got up to retrieve it, only to find that the man he collided with was Finn, who was holding Dahl's data pad. "Why in such a hurry," Finn said. Dahl took back his data pad, "That's because if I don't get to the bridge within ten minutes, someone will be liquefied." Dahl said, continuing to run towards the bridge. "Sounds exciting," Finn said, following Dahl's footsteps. "Have you nowhere to go?" Dahl asked him. "Yes," Finn said, "bridge. I'm going to deliver the manifest to Captain Abernathy for my superior." "Isn't everyone on this ship sending messages?" Dahl asked. "On the Intrepid, people prefer to meet in person," Finn said. "Do you think that's true?" Dahl walked through the crowd. "Do you have any questions about that?" Finn asked. Dahl shrugged: "It's okay, it doesn't matter." "I like this spaceship," Finn said. "This is the sixth spaceship I've been on. In the ones I've been on before, the officers on the ship followed the procedures and conventions rigidly. This ship is much more relaxed. It's like being on a cruise ship. But my boss is avoiding the captain like a ghost." Dahl stopped abruptly, and Finn wobbled a few times before avoiding a second collision. "He avoided the captain," Dahl repeated. "One time, he was talking about a night with a Gordian intersex guy, and then he went out to get some coffee, and he went out and the captain walked in. It was almost telepathic. " "You're not joking, are you," Dahl said. "Otherwise, why do you think I should deliver the letter?" Finn asked back. Dahl shook his head and walked on.Finn followed suit. The repair of the bridge is very neat and orderly.It reminded Dahl of the lobbies of the finest skyscrapers he'd ever been in. "Lieutenant Dahl," Chief Science Officer Jin said, standing up from his workbench, "I think you're meeting the deadline." "We worked as fast as we could." Dahl walked over to Kim, showing him the data sheet showing the spinning organic molecule.Jin took the data pad over and studied it quietly for a while.After a moment, he looked up at Dahl and coughed. "Sorry, sir," Dahl recalled his lines, "we're 99 percent done, but we've run into a problem. Uh, it's about the protein shell." After a moment's pause, he pointed to the data. "Your lab always makes mistakes with protein shells, doesn't it?" Jin muttered, examining the data on the screen again. "Yes, sir," King replied. "Next time, remember to check the relationship between the peptide bonds more carefully." Jin tapped the data pad with his fingers, "Many times, the answer to the question is right under the nose." He returned the data pad to Dahl.Organic molecules have stopped spinning, and some chemical bonds are highlighted in bright red.Other than that nothing changes in the molecule. "That's astonishing, sir," Dahl said. "How could we be wrong!" "Yeah," Kim said, tapping the screen again to transfer the data from Dahl's datapad to his own workstation. "Fortunately, we have enough time to synthesize the perfected plan, thus saving Kerensky's life." Jin pushed the data pad back to Dahl with his fingers. "Thank you, Lieutenant, that's all right." Dahl opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.Kim looked up at him suspiciously.Tring's exhortations sounded in his mind. Go to the bridge, do your work, and get out, that's the wisest thing to do. So Dahl nodded and walked out. He had just stepped off the bridge when Finn came up to him. "Oh, what a complete waste of time," Finn said, "I like it." "There must be something wrong with this ship," Dahl said. "Trust me, there's nothing wrong with this ship," Finn said. "This is your first job, so you don't have an idea. Take advice from those who have been there, this ship is fine." "I haven't reached the point where I can trust you—" Dahl's words suddenly stopped, and he saw a strange man with long hair and beard appearing in front of him.The weirdo stared at them both for a moment, then poked Dahl's chest with his finger. "You," said the Boogeyman, putting more pressure on his fingertips, "you're lucky, you don't know how lucky you are. Listen to me, Dahl, stay away from that bridge. Don't be led by the plot Go. You won't be so lucky next time. Then you're screwed." The weirdo glanced at Finn. "And you too, slacker, you must be cannon fodder." "Who are you? Did you forget to take your medicine?" Finn asked. The weirdo grinned. "Don't think I'm going to give you a second warning," he said. "It's up to you whether you listen or not. But if you don't listen, you're bound to die. And then? No more. Death, that's where you're going. Yourselves Make up your mind." The geek walked away, turning abruptly into a freight aisle. "What the hell is that?" Finn said. "A snowman?" Dahl looked back at Finn, without answering.He quickly chased after him, and slammed open the door panel of the cargo aisle. But there is nothing in it. Finn stood behind Dahl and said, "What happened to this place you just said?" "There must be something wrong with this ship," Dahl said. "Well," said Finn, "I think you're right."
The storage room door opened, and Cassaway and Betsy came out. "What do they want?" Kesaway asked. "Have you checked your inventory again?" Dahl sneered. "We don't judge your work," Becky said. "So what the hell are they up to?" asked Collins, coming in suddenly, with Tring following her, a cup of coffee in his hand. Dahl tried his best not to get mad at them. He calmed down and raised the bottle, "I have to develop an anti-bacterial agent to deal with this thing." "Antibacterial agent?" Tring asked. "Isn't it a vaccine?" "I just repeated their orders exactly," Dahl said. "They only gave me six hours." "Six hours..." Trin couldn't help but look at Collins. "Well," Dahl said, "even if I now know what the so-called 'anti-bacterial agent' is, there is not enough time at all. It will take weeks to synthesize a vaccine." "Tell me, Dahl," Collins said, "what was it like when Kim and Abernathy were talking to you here?" "What do you mean?" Dahl said. "Did they come quickly and give you orders directly, or did Rory babble a bunch of nonsense?" asked Collins. "It was some nonsense," Dahl replied. "Is the captain acting particularly dramatic?" Kesaway asked. "What's 'special drama'?" Dahl asked. "Like this," Becky said, grabbing Dahl's shoulders and shaking violently, "what the hell are you talking about! Not trying to do it! Just doing it!" Dahl puts the bottle away so it won't be accidentally shaken out. "Yes, exactly." "Well, these are his favorite lines." Becky said, letting go of his hands. "I don't understand what that means." Dahl looked at his lab colleagues. Collins ignored Dahl's complaints. "One more question," she said, "did they explain the reason to you when they asked you to develop an anti-bacterial agent within six hours?" "Yes," Dahl said, "they say it's the longest time it takes to save a captain's life." "Captain's name?" Collins asked. "What does it matter?" Dahl asked. "Answer my question, Second Lieutenant." Collins deliberately mentioned Dahl's rank, which was the first time in a week. "The captain's name is Kerensky," Dahl replied. There was a moment of silence. "It's the wretch," Becky said. "He always suffers, doesn't he." Cathaway snorted. "He's not bad." He stared at Dahl. "Someone else died, right?" "A second lieutenant named Lee has turned into a puddle of liquid." Dahl replied. "Sure enough," Kesaway said to Becky. "Please tell me what's going on," Dahl asked. "It's time for the truth to come out," Tring said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah," Collins nodded to Kesaway, "Jack, bring that thing here." Kesaway rolled his eyes and turned to go to the storage room. "At least tell me who Captain Kerensky is," Dahl said. "He's a member of the bridge," Trin said. "Technically, he's a navigator." "The captain and Commander King said he was part of the field team taking biological samples," Dahl said. "That's right," Tring said. "Why would they send a navigator for that job?" Dahl asked. "So you see why I'm emphasizing 'technically speaking'." Trin took another sip of his coffee. The hatch of the storage room opened, and Kesaway came out, holding what looked like a small box.He put it on the nearest idle charging pad, and the little device activated. "What's this?" Darl asked. "This is the box," Kesaway replied. "Doesn't it have an official title?" Dahl asked. "Probably," Kesaway said. Dahl walked to the box, inspected it carefully, and opened it to look inside. "Looks like a microwave," he said. "No." Collins said, picking up the small bottle and handing it to Dahl. "Then what is it?" Dahl looked at Collins. "It's a box." "That's what it's called? The box?" Dahl asked. “Call it an advanced inductive experimental quantum computer, if you will, obtained blueprints from an extinct species of both intelligence and courage,” Collins said. "Is this its true identity?" Dahl asked. "That's right," Collins put the vial into Dahl's hand, "put it in the box." Dahl took the vial: "Aren't you going to let me prepare the sample?" "Usually it's prepared," Collins said, "but since it's a box, you just put things in it." Dahl extends the vial into the box and places it on a ceramic tray in the bottom center.He closed the front cover of the box, and turned his gaze to the instrument panel outside. There were three green, red, and white buttons on it. "The green one is the start button," Collins said, "the red one is the stop button, and the white one is for opening the front cover." "I thought there would be more complex functions and operations," Dahl said. "Generally yes, but it's—" Collins didn't finish, and Dahl continued: "It's the box, I already understand." "Let's get started, then," Collins said. Dahl pressed the green button.The device started to work and made a roaring sound.There was a light inside.Dahl peered and saw the vials being turned on the tray. "Aren't you kidding me?" Dahl thought to himself.He looked up and asked Collins, "What's next?" "You said Abernathy and King gave you six hours," Collins said. "right." "The box will tell you the answer in about five and a half hours." "How did it tell me?" Dahl asked. "It'll ding," said Collins, and walked away.
About five and a half hours passed, and with a weak "ding", the roar of the trays in the box stopped, and the indicator light also went out. "What now?" Dahl said to himself, staring at the box. "Look at your data pad," Tring said without looking up.Dahl was the only one left in the lab who was concentrating on his work. Dahl grabbed his data pad and turned on the display, which showed a rotating view of a complex organic molecule and a long list of data.Dahl tried to read them. After a while, Dahl said: "I can't read it at all, the amount of data is too huge." "Don't worry," Tring put down his work, walked towards Dahl and said, "Now, listen to your next mission. First, you take your data pad and go to the bridge to find gold." "Why?" Dahl was puzzled, "I can pass the data to him." Tring shook his head: "That's useless." "Why—" Before Dahl could ask, Tring grabbed his hand. "Shut up and listen, okay? I know it doesn't make sense, and it's even stupid, but it's the only way to solve the problem. Take your data pad to Kim and show him the data. When looking at the data, tell him: 'We're almost done with the analysis, but there was an error when it came to the protein coat' and point to the data that's being displayed." "Egg white?" Dahl asked. "It doesn't have to be a protein coat," says Tring. "You can say what you want. Enzyme transcription errors, RNA replication errors. My personal preference is protein coats, because it's easier to say. The point is, you You have to show the stats and say everything is going pretty well but still needs work." "Why do you have to do that?" Dahl asked. “That’s when King will rightfully frown, stare at the data, and tell you that you’re missing something fundamental and leave it to him to fix it,” says Tring. 'Oh! Sure enough!' Or, 'That's right!' Or if you really want to suck up to him, say, 'Commander Kim, we can't think of a solution like this in a million years!' He'll be very helpful .He doesn't show it, but he enjoys the flattery." Dahl was dumbfounded, and Tring grabbed his hand again. "Or you can roll off the bridge as fast as we can," Tring said, "give him the data, point out the error, let him fix it, get the data pad back, and leave quickly. Don't let yourself cause trouble." His attention, don't be smart and do unnecessary things and say unnecessary words. Go to the bridge, work, and get out, this is the most sensible behavior." After speaking, Tring walked back to his workbench. "These actions don't make any sense at all," Dahl said. "It's really meaningless," Tring nodded, "I told you already." "Are any of you going to explain it to me?" Dahl asked. "Maybe." Tring sat down at his workbench, "but not now. All you have to do now is take the data to the bridge and show it to Kim immediately. Your six-hour time limit is coming up. Hurry up." .”
As soon as Dahl rushed out of the gate of the alien biology laboratory, he bumped into someone. He fell and the data pad fell to the ground.He got up to retrieve it, only to find that the man he collided with was Finn, who was holding Dahl's data pad. "Why in such a hurry," Finn said. Dahl took back his data pad, "That's because if I don't get to the bridge within ten minutes, someone will be liquefied." Dahl said, continuing to run towards the bridge. "Sounds exciting," Finn said, following Dahl's footsteps. "Have you nowhere to go?" Dahl asked him. "Yes," Finn said, "bridge. I'm going to deliver the manifest to Captain Abernathy for my superior." "Isn't everyone on this ship sending messages?" Dahl asked. "On the Intrepid, people prefer to meet in person," Finn said. "Do you think that's true?" Dahl walked through the crowd. "Do you have any questions about that?" Finn asked. Dahl shrugged: "It's okay, it doesn't matter." "I like this spaceship," Finn said. "This is the sixth spaceship I've been on. In the ones I've been on before, the officers on the ship followed the procedures and conventions rigidly. This ship is much more relaxed. It's like being on a cruise ship. But my boss is avoiding the captain like a ghost." Dahl stopped abruptly, and Finn wobbled a few times before avoiding a second collision. "He avoided the captain," Dahl repeated. "One time, he was talking about a night with a Gordian intersex guy, and then he went out to get some coffee, and he went out and the captain walked in. It was almost telepathic. " "You're not joking, are you," Dahl said. "Otherwise, why do you think I should deliver the letter?" Finn asked back. Dahl shook his head and walked on.Finn followed suit. The repair of the bridge is very neat and orderly.It reminded Dahl of the lobbies of the finest skyscrapers he'd ever been in. "Lieutenant Dahl," Chief Science Officer Jin said, standing up from his workbench, "I think you're meeting the deadline." "We worked as fast as we could." Dahl walked over to Kim, showing him the data sheet showing the spinning organic molecule.Jin took the data pad over and studied it quietly for a while.After a moment, he looked up at Dahl and coughed. "Sorry, sir," Dahl recalled his lines, "we're 99 percent done, but we've run into a problem. Uh, it's about the protein shell." After a moment's pause, he pointed to the data. "Your lab always makes mistakes with protein shells, doesn't it?" Jin muttered, examining the data on the screen again. "Yes, sir," King replied. "Next time, remember to check the relationship between the peptide bonds more carefully." Jin tapped the data pad with his fingers, "Many times, the answer to the question is right under the nose." He returned the data pad to Dahl.Organic molecules have stopped spinning, and some chemical bonds are highlighted in bright red.Other than that nothing changes in the molecule. "That's astonishing, sir," Dahl said. "How could we be wrong!" "Yeah," Kim said, tapping the screen again to transfer the data from Dahl's datapad to his own workstation. "Fortunately, we have enough time to synthesize the perfected plan, thus saving Kerensky's life." Jin pushed the data pad back to Dahl with his fingers. "Thank you, Lieutenant, that's all right." Dahl opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.Kim looked up at him suspiciously.Tring's exhortations sounded in his mind. Go to the bridge, do your work, and get out, that's the wisest thing to do. So Dahl nodded and walked out. He had just stepped off the bridge when Finn came up to him. "Oh, what a complete waste of time," Finn said, "I like it." "There must be something wrong with this ship," Dahl said. "Trust me, there's nothing wrong with this ship," Finn said. "This is your first job, so you don't have an idea. Take advice from those who have been there, this ship is fine." "I haven't reached the point where I can trust you—" Dahl's words suddenly stopped, and he saw a strange man with long hair and beard appearing in front of him.The weirdo stared at them both for a moment, then poked Dahl's chest with his finger. "You," said the Boogeyman, putting more pressure on his fingertips, "you're lucky, you don't know how lucky you are. Listen to me, Dahl, stay away from that bridge. Don't be led by the plot Go. You won't be so lucky next time. Then you're screwed." The weirdo glanced at Finn. "And you too, slacker, you must be cannon fodder." "Who are you? Did you forget to take your medicine?" Finn asked. The weirdo grinned. "Don't think I'm going to give you a second warning," he said. "It's up to you whether you listen or not. But if you don't listen, you're bound to die. And then? No more. Death, that's where you're going. Yourselves Make up your mind." The geek walked away, turning abruptly into a freight aisle. "What the hell is that?" Finn said. "A snowman?" Dahl looked back at Finn, without answering.He quickly chased after him, and slammed open the door panel of the cargo aisle. But there is nothing in it. Finn stood behind Dahl and said, "What happened to this place you just said?" "There must be something wrong with this ship," Dahl said. "Well," said Finn, "I think you're right."