Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

Those of us who participated in the defense of Coral remember what we were doing when we first heard that Coral was taken.I was listening to Alan explain how the universe I thought I understood had long since ceased to exist. "We left it on the first jump," he said. "The ship went high up, into the universe next door. That's what jumping is all about." Ed McGuire and I responded with a long silence.We were sitting with Alain in the lounge of the barracks.Finally, Ed, who replaced Amy Webb as monitor, broke the silence: "I don't understand what you're saying, Alan. I thought the jump drive just took us beyond the speed of light or something, and that's how it works. "

"No," said Alan. "Einstein is still right—the speed of light is the fastest speed possible. Besides, you wouldn't want to travel through space at anything even remotely close to the speed of light. At hundreds of thousands of kilometers an hour When you're flying, if you hit a speck of dust, you'll have a pretty big hole in your ship. You're going to die very, very quickly." Ed blinked, wiping sweat from his brow with one hand. "Well," he said, "I don't understand it at all." "Okay, da," Alan said, "you just asked me how the jump thruster works. As I said, it's simple: it takes a thing from a universe, like the Modesto , and take it into another universe. The problem is what we call a 'thrust'. It's not really a thruster at all, because it has nothing to do with acceleration, the only element is in the space of the multiverse. Location."

"Alan," I said, "you're talking bible again." "Sorry," Alan said, looking thoughtful for a second, "how much math do you two know?" he asked. "I can barely remember calculus," I said.Ed McGuire nodded approvingly. "Oh," said Alan. "Okay. I'll explain in simple words. Please don't mind." "We try," Ed said. "Okay. First, the universe you live in—the universe we're in at this moment—is just one of an infinite number of possible universes, the existence of which can be explained by quantum physics. For example, we are in An electron is found in a certain position, and its position defines our universe in a way. In another universe, the electron's position is completely different. Do you understand?"

"Not at all," Ed said. "You science idiots. Well, just take my word for it. The point is this: there are an infinite number of universes, and this is the multiverse. All the jump thruster does is open a door to another universe space." "How does it do it?" I asked. "You don't have enough math to explain it to you," Alan said. "So it's magic," I said. "That's true from your point of view," said Allan, "but in physics it's perfectly permissible." "I don't understand," Ed said. "We've traveled through many universes, but everywhere we go is exactly the same as our original universe. I've read about multiverses in science fiction, and every one of them Each universe is significantly different from the other. That's why you know you're in a multiverse."

"Your statement is a very interesting answer to this question," said Allan. "We assume that it is impossible to transport an object from one universe to another." "That's fine with me," I said. "But it's physically possible because, at the most fundamental level, it's a quantum physical universe where almost anything can happen, even if it's unlikely in reality. Everything else being equal Every universe would prefer to minimize the number of unlikely events, especially things above the subatomic level." "How does the universe 'hope' for anything?" Ed asked.

"You don't understand such profound mathematical knowledge." Alan said. "Of course." Ed rolled his eyes. "But the universe does prefer certain things. For example, it prefers heat and other sources of energy to spread out evenly, and it likes the speed of light to be constant. You can tweak or vary these things to a certain extent, but it's laborious. In multiple The same is true of motion in the universe. It is extremely improbable that an object will be transported from one universe to another, unless another extremely improbable event occurs, namely: the object will be Sent to a universe exactly like the one it's leaving from. To preserve the continuity of its impossibility, you might say."

"But how do you explain that we go from one place to another?" I asked, "how do we go from one point in one universe to a completely different point in another universe?" "Well, you think," said Alan, "that sending a whole ship to another universe would be the most inconceivable and impossible thing. From the point of view of the universe, where would the ship appear in the new universe compared to?" It became a trivial matter, which is why I say 'thruster' is a very inappropriate word. In fact, we are not going anywhere, we are just getting somewhere."

"And what happens in the universe you just left?" Ed asked. "A version of the Modesto from another universe filled in immediately, with our replacement in it," Allan said. "It's very likely. The opposite is very unlikely. But generally, that's it. thing." "So are we going back?" I asked. "Where are you going?" Alan asked. "Go back to the universe we started from," I said. "No." Alan said, "Well, it's still the same reason. In theory, you can go back, but the possibility is extremely small. The universe is constantly being created from various possibilities, and the universe we are going to Most of them were just created in the instant before our jump-it is because they are the closest in composition to the universe we live in that we can jump over. The longer you are isolated from a certain universe, it The more time changes, the less likely you are to go back. Even going back to the universe you left a second ago is highly unlikely. And going back to where we first jumped from Earth to The universe that the Phoenix Galaxy left was simply impossible."

"I'm so frustrated," Ed said, "I love my universe." "Well, listen, Ed," Alan said, "you're actually from a different universe than me and John, because you didn't jump when we first jumped. The people who jumped this time are not in the same universe as us now. Because they are on other spaceships, and they have jumped to different universes since then - all the old friends we know will be replaced by other versions. Of course, They look and move the same, because they are, except for an occasional electron shifting position. But our home-grown universe is completely different."

"Then you and I are all that's left of our universe," I said. "It's quite possible that that universe continues to exist," Allan said, "but in this universe, we're almost certainly the only two people from there." "I don't know how to feel," I said. "Don't worry too much about it," Alan said. "From a day-to-day perspective, jumping around between universes is fine. In fact, it doesn't matter which universe you're in, everything is pretty much the same." "Then why do we need starships?" Ed asked.

"Obviously, it's just to go to other destinations after coming to the new universe." Alan said. "No, no," Ed said, "I mean, if you can jump from one universe to another, why not just jump from planet to planet without using a spaceship? It’s enough to directly jump people to the surface of another planet, and save us from being hit by artillery fire in space.” "The universe wants to jump away from the center of gravity like planets and stars," Allan said, "especially when jumping to another universe. You can jump very close to the center of gravity, so we're in Another universe will be closer to the destination. But when jumping out of a universe, it is much easier to move away from the center of gravity, so we usually travel a certain distance before jumping. Actually, I can give you a list Exponential relationship, the problem is—" "Yeah, yeah, I know, I don't know that deep math," Ed said. Alan was about to offer comforting words when our BrainPals clicked open.The Modesto has just received word of the massacre on Coral Planet.No matter what universe you're in, this is dire news. Coral Planet is the fifth planet settled by humans and the first planet that is more suitable for human habitation than the earth's water and soil.Geologically speaking, it is very stable, and its climate is very mild, making most of its vast land suitable for cultivation.The local plant and animal species are also genetically very close to the earth's organisms and can meet the nutritional and spiritual needs of human beings.At first there was a rumor that the place would be named Eden Colony.But some people objected that such a name would be asking for trouble. The name Coral Planet was chosen because of the coral-like creatures that create the colorful archipelago and underwater coral reefs in the planet's equatorial tropics.The expansion of human beings on Coral Planet is limited to the smallest range, and the people living here have chosen a simple way of life that is similar to a non-industrial society.This is one of the few places in the universe where humans have to adapt to the existing ecological environment.People didn't dig it up and bring in corn and livestock and stuff like that.This selection was successful, and the few humans who struggled to adapt to the environment integrated into the biosphere of the coral planet and lived a peaceful life consciously limiting expansion. It is precisely for this reason that this place is completely unprepared for the invasion of the Ruiyi army.The number of soldiers invading is equivalent to the total number of colonists here.The colonists stationed above and on the ground of Coral fought briefly but heroically before being completely overwhelmed by the enemy forces, and the colonists also made the Rheians pay for their attack.But it didn't take long for the colony to be razed to the ground, and the surviving colonists were massacred, because the Ruiyi people liked the taste of human flesh a long time ago, and they would naturally not let go of the opportunity. The sporadic broadcasts we hear through the BrainPal are intercepted clips of a cooking show.One of the Rye's most celebrated chefs is discussing the best way to dismember whole bodies and use them to cook different foods: neck bones are especially delicious for soup.Aside from making us sick, this footage also proves a rumor that the Coral Massacre was well-planned, as they even brought Rye's second-rate celebrities to the feast.It was obvious at a glance that the Ruiyi people planned to live for a long time. The Ryeians didn't waste a single minute, heading straight for the main target of the invasion.After killing all the colonists, the Rui people brought the drilling platform and started open-pit mining on Coral Planet.The Rhei had previously attempted to negotiate mining with the colonial government on the island; the Rhei homeworld was once dotted with coral-like reefs, but was later destroyed by industrial pollution and commercial mining.The colonial government did not agree to mining, on the one hand because the colonists on Coral Planet hoped to maintain the integrity of the planet, and on the other hand, the Ruiyi people were known to eat human flesh.Nobody wants the Rye hovering over the colony, waiting to turn unsuspecting people into jerky. The colonial government lost because it didn't see how much the Ruiyi people valued the mining of minerals on the coral reefs, and they didn't see how unscrupulous the Ruiyi people would do to achieve this goal.In addition to the commercial factor, there was a religious factor in it, which was completely missed by colonial diplomats.The Rye people and the colonial government have long had disputes, and the relationship between the two sides has always been bad (how can you be really comfortable dealing with a race that treats you as an indispensable nutrient for breakfast), but basically everyone is self-sacrificing , are not related to each other.Only now, the last piece of coral reef of the Rei people is about to suffocate and die, so their desire for coral planet resources has grown again and punched us in the face.Coral Star is theirs, and we must launch a more violent attack to take Coral Star back. "It's a fucking dire situation," Lieutenant Keyes told the squad leaders. "It's going to get worse when we get here." We sat in the waiting room, cups of coffee getting cold.We read page after page of atrocity reports and scouting information from the Coral system.The remote-controlled spaceships that were not blown up by the Rai people reported that the Rai people's spaceships were continuously arriving at Coral Planet, both for war and to carry coral.Less than two days after the massacre on Coral Planet, almost a thousand Ruiyi spaceships were already circling over Coral Planet, impatiently preparing to plunder. "Here's what we know," said Keyes.A map of the Coral Galaxy suddenly appeared in our brain mate, "We estimate that most of the spaceships deployed by the Rei people in the Coral Galaxy are for commercial and industrial activities. But according to their spaceship design concepts, among them About a quarter of the spaceships, about 300 or so, have the military capability of launching offense and self-defense, and many of them are troop carriers, with relatively weak offensive and defensive capabilities. Their warships are larger than ours, It's even more fierce. Also, we estimate that there are 100,000 Rey soldiers on the ground of Coral Planet, and they have already begun to dig trenches and stand firm, ready to fight. "They reckon we'll fight for Coral, but our best intelligence says they think we'll attack in four to six days—we'll need that much time before we can get enough large ships ready for the jump. They Knowing that the colonial army likes to attack with overwhelming numbers, and that takes some time." "Then when will we launch the attack?" Alan asked. "About eleven hours," said Keyes.We moved uneasily in our seats. "How's that going to work?" Ron Kinson asked. "The only ships we have are ships that are already within the jump distance, or will be able to enter this area in the next few hours. How many can there be?" "Sixty-two with the Modesto," Keyes said.Our BrainPal downloaded a list of ships available for the attack.I glanced around and noticed that the Harpton Road was also on the list, which was the ship that Harry and Jessie were on. "Six more ships are accelerating into jump distance, but we can't count on them arriving when we launch our attack." "Jesus, Keyes," said Ed McGuire, "so the ships outnumber the ships by one to five, and the ground troops outnumber the ground troops by one to two if we can land all the soldiers. I think I still like our traditional style of play that dominates." "By the time we get enough large ships to fight the opponent, they'll be ready," Keyes said. Yes, inflict the greatest damage on the other side. A stronger force will arrive in four days: two hundred spaceships with powerful firepower. If we do our part, the process of clearing out the remnants of the Rye forces will be shorter .” Ed snorted, "I guess we'll be finished by then, and we won't be able to appreciate this good show." Keyes forced a smile, "So unsure. Well, guys, I know it's not going to be an easy hike, but we're not going to do anything stupid, we're not going to confront them head-on. The goal is clear: We'll Attack troop carriers on the way so they can't deliver any more ground troops; we'll also land some troops to stop the Rheians before they start mining, making it hard for the Rheians to do it without damaging their own troops and equipment Target our troops. We will seize the opportunity to disrupt their commerce and industry, and we will try to distract the troops in the orbit of Coral Planet. In this way, as soon as reinforcements arrive, the Rei will be in our front and rear." "Wait, let's talk about the ground troops," Alan said. "Let the troops land, and then our spaceships will try to draw the Rye's spaceships away, right? What does this mean for our ground forces? Is it with me?" Think the same?" Keyes nodded. "We will be isolated from the outside world for at least three or four days." "Fantastic," said Kimson. "It's a war, you fools!" Kayes snapped. "It's not convenient or comfortable for you. I'm sorry." "What if the plan doesn't work out and our ship gets blown up?" I asked. "Well, then I think we're screwed, Perry," Keyes said. "It's best not to assume that. We're professional soldiers with a job to do. That's what we're trained for. The plan It's a risk, but not a stupid risk. If we succeed, we can retake the planet and cripple the Rye people. The battle may turn out to be in our favour. Well, let's imagine the possibility. .This attack plan is crazy, but it is possible to succeed. If you add your support, the chances of success are even greater. Right?" More people began to squirm in their seats uneasily.We're not entirely convinced, but there's nothing we can do about it.Like it or not, we will follow the plan. "Those six spaceships that are likely to catch up with the battle," Jinsen asked, "Which six are they?" Keyes took a second to get the information: "Little Rock, Mobile, Wako, Manchey, Burlington, and Sparrowhawk." "The Sparrowhawk?" Kimson asked. "Damn it." "What happened to the Sparrowhawk?" I asked.The name is unusual.According to tradition, battalion-class spaceships are named after medium-sized cities. "That's the Ghost Brigade, Perry," Kinson said. "Colonial Special Forces. A bunch of nasty bastards." "Never heard of it," I said.In fact, I think I have heard of it somewhere before, but I can't remember exactly when and where. "Only in special circumstances, the colonial army will send them out," Jinsen said. "They don't get along well with other troops. But when we set foot on Coral Planet, it's a good thing to have them there. We don't want to die in vain. " "It's all very well if that's the case, but it probably isn't," Keyes said. "It's our job, boys, for better or for worse." Ten hours later, Modesto jumped into the orbital space of Coral Planet.Within seconds of our arrival, six missiles from a Reay cruiser hit us.The engine group on the starboard side of the Modesto's stern was blown up, and the spacecraft rolled over like crazy.Alan's squad and I were herded into a troop transport when the missile hit the ship, and the impact of the explosion knocked several of our soldiers against the bulkhead of the transport.Debris of equipment and various materials splattered around the airport, hitting another transport boat.The traffic boats are all locked by electromagnetic fields, so they can't fly around, but they can't move either, so they can only stand still and be beaten.Thankfully, we managed to escape the debris. I activate the bastard and check the status of the ship.The Modesto was badly damaged.The Ruiyi spacecraft is actively scanning, and the next batch of missiles will arrive at any time. "Time to hit the road!" I yelled at our pilot, Fiona Eaton. "The control tower hasn't cleared yet," she said. "Ten seconds later, we're going to be hit by another swarm of missiles," I said, "do you like that kind of clearance?" Alan, who was also connected to the computer mainframe of the Modesto, yelled from behind: "The missile is coming!" He said, "It will hit in twenty-six seconds!" "Is this enough time for us to get out?" I asked Fiona. "What to do." She opened a channel to communicate with other ships. "I'm Fiona Eaton, troop carrier six pilot. Please note that in three seconds, I will perform emergency departure procedures. Good day everyone Good luck." She turned to me, "Fasten your seat belt." She pressed a red button. A sudden beam of light illuminated the gates of the airport passageway, and the sound of opening the gates was lost in the howling wind.Everything that was not fixed was blown out of the gate; behind the flying debris was the star-studded space, which was spinning rapidly with the Modesto's rotation, making people dizzy.Fiona pumped power into the engine, and as soon as the debris was rushed out of the airport gate, she cut off the electromagnetic field that held the transport boat immobile, allowing the troop carrier to fly out of the gate.Fiona took into account the Modesto's spin as she scrambled out the door, but it was far from perfect; we scraped the ceiling on the way out. I connected to the video system of the airport.Other traffic boats also flew out of the airport gate in twos and threes.Five traffic boats managed to get out before the second batch of missiles hit the ship.Suddenly, the impact of the missile changed the Modesto's rotation trajectory, smashing several traffic boats that had rushed out of the airport to pieces.At least one exploded, and debris hit the camera lens, destroying it. "Cut off the Brainmate from the Modesto," Fiona said, "They can use this to track us."Tell the soldiers in your squad, by word of mouth. "I did. Alan stepped forward. "A few people in the back were slightly injured," he said, pointing to our soldiers, "but nothing serious. What's our plan?" "I directed our course to Coral Planet and turned off the engine," Fiona said. "They may be scanning the transmission between the ship and the BrainPal to launch missiles. As long as we keep quiet, they may be very long." would not notice us, allowing us to fly into the atmosphere." "Possibly?" Alan said. "If you have better plans, I'm all ears," Fiona said. "I have no idea what's going on," Alan said, "so I'm happy to accept your plan." "By the way, what happened there just now?" Fiona said. "We were attacked right after we finished the jump. They couldn't have known in advance where we would appear." "Maybe we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Allan said. "I don't think so," I said, pointing out the window, "Look." I'm referring to a Zoe battleship on the port side of the traffic boat, and the missiles are fired from the battleship.In the far distance on the starboard side, a colonial cruiser suddenly appeared.A few seconds later, the missile hit the side of the colonial cruiser. "Damn it, no way," Fiona said. "They know where our spaceship will appear and know the exact location." Alan said, "This is an ambush." "Damn, how did they do it?" Fiona asked. "What the hell is going on?" "Alan?" I said, "You're a physicist." Alan stared at the battered colonial cruiser, which was gradually tilting, and then was hit by a second batch of missiles. "I have no idea, John. Never seen anything like it." "It's bloody miserable," Fiona said. "Calm down," I said, "we're in trouble, but it won't do any good to panic." "If you have a better plan, I'm all ears," Fiona said again. "Can I get through to my BrainPal without the Modesto?" I asked. "Of course," Fiona said. "As long as there's no signal to get out of the shuttle, we'll be fine." I plugged into the BrainPal and unfolded a topographic map of Coral Planet. "Well," I said, "I think we can basically say that today's attack on the coral reef mining facility was aborted. There weren't enough troops aboard the Modesto to make an attack unrealistic. And I think that all of us It's impossible to land on Coral with everyone intact. Not all pilots are as agile as you, Fiona." Fiona nodded, and she could be seen relaxing.Being praised is usually a good thing, especially in a pinch. "Okay, here's the new plan." I passed the map to Fiona and Alan, "The Rye forces are concentrated in the coral reefs and colonial cities, which is the coastline here. So we're going there." I pointed The wide central area of ​​Coral Star's first continent, "then hide in this mountain range, waiting for the arrival of the second group of people." "If they're going to come," Alan said, "there will be a remote-controlled jump ship flying back to the Phoenix system to inform them that the Rye can predict the exact location where they will leave the jump. Once they know this, they may not come at all." .” "Oh, they will come," I said, "just maybe not when we expect them to come. We must be prepared to wait for them. Fortunately, Coral Planet is very habitable for humans. We can rely on this land Live for as long as you want." "I'm not in the mood to colonize," Alan said. "It's only temporary," I said, "and much better than the other options." "That's right," Alan said. I turned to Fiona and said, "What can we do to get us to our destination unscathed?" "Pray," she said. "We're fine now because we look like floating space junk, but as long as we enter the atmosphere, anything larger than a human body will be tracked by the Rye army. Once we start actively manipulating the transport craft, they will will find us." "How long can we stay outside the atmosphere?" I asked. "It won't last long," Fiona said. "We don't have food and water. Even if we have a new improved body, there are dozens of us. The fresh air will soon be exhausted." "How soon after atmospheric entry do you have to actively steer the traffic craft?" I asked. "Soon," she said, "if this thing jolts, I'll never be able to regain control of it. We'll fall all the way down like that, and die." "Do what you can," I said.She nodded. "Okay, Alan," I said, "it's time to alert the troops to a change of plan." "Here we come." Fiona said, starting the thrusters.The force of the acceleration pinned me to the passenger seat.Instead of landing towards the ground of Coral Planet, we aim at it and fly directly there. "The shock is coming," Fiona said, and we plunged into the atmosphere.The traffic boat rattled and rattled like a maraca. The dashboard slammed. "Active scanning," I said, "we're being targeted." "Yes," Fiona said, tilting the fuselage. "We're about to enter the upper clouds," she said. "Maybe they can cover us a little." "Do the clouds usually provide cover?" I asked. "No." But she still flew in. We drilled out a few kilometers to the east and the siren went off again. "Still being tracked." I said, "A plane is approaching at a distance of 350 kilometers." "Be as close to the ground as possible before they fly over our heads," she said. "We can't keep up with them in speed and firepower. We can only hope to get close to the ground and hope that their missiles will hit the treetops instead of us." "That's not very exciting," I said. "I'm not doing exciting deals today," Fiona said. "Sit tight." We swooped down, stomach churning. The Rye plane flew overhead. "Missile," I said.Fiona tilted the traffic boat to turn left and staggered towards the ground.One missile flew over the head and faded away; another hit the top of the mountain just as we flew over the top. "Good job." I almost bit off my tongue when I said that; right behind us, a third missile exploded and the traffic boat lost control.The fourth missile shook the sky, and the shrapnel exploded through the fuselage of the transport boat.Amidst the bang, I could hear my subordinates screaming. "Falling," Fiona said, struggling to adjust the shuttle.She was heading towards a small lake at high speed. "Will crash on the water," she said. "I'm sorry." "You've done a good job." As soon as the words fell, the nose of the traffic boat hit the lake. The nose of the machine tore through the water and plunged straight down, making the sound of splashing water.The cockpit was disconnected from the fuselage.For a split second, I saw me and Alan's men fly outwards with the spinning fuselage—they opened their mouths, as if howling.The fuselage flew over the bow of the traffic boat and had begun to disintegrate in the water.The noise and roar drowned out the screams of the soldiers.Inside the cockpit, metal and instruments whirled and scattered at near-impossible speeds.Something hit my jaw, and after a sharp pain, my jaw went with it.I screamed, and the gray intelligent blood poured out of the wound under the action of centrifugal force.I catch a glimpse of Fiona, her head and right arm missing. There was a metallic bang and my seat fell out of the cockpit.I lay on my back in the seat and flew towards a rock out of the water at high speed.The seat rotated lazily in a counterclockwise circle, while the back of the chair skimmed the water, bouncing toward the rock.The forward momentum suddenly changed as my right leg hit the rock out of the water.The leg bone snapped like a thumb biscuit, and the excruciating pain caused a yellow-and-white flash before my eyes.My foot landed on what used to be my jaw, and I became perhaps the first person in human history to kick my tonsils.I flew over a dry field and landed on the ground.The branches kept falling because the fuselage of the traffic boat had just passed the tree.A thick branch hit me hard in the chest, breaking at least three ribs.But for a guy who just kicked his tonsils, the ending was hardly an orgasm. I looked up (there was no choice but to lift it) and saw Alain hanging upside down with a broken branch thrust into where his liver was, supporting his torso.Smart blood dripped from the top of his head onto my neck.I saw his eyes jerk and he recognized me.Then, my BrainPal received a message. he sent. I can't answer.I can only stare at him. he sent.He sent it again.Sent it again.After that, the audio was cut off. The sound of chirping.Something rough is wrapped around my arm.The jerk picks out the twitter and translates it for me: This one's still alive. Leave it alone, it will die soon.Besides, the green ones are not tasty, they are not ripe yet. Humming, bastard translates to: "laughter". "My God, look at this," someone said, "the son of a bitch is still alive." Another voice.familiar voice. "let me see." silence.It was that familiar voice again. "Remove the wood from him. We'll take him back." "For God's sake, sir," said the first voice, "look at him. You should have shot him in the head, that would have been kinder." "Our order was to bring the survivor back," said the familiar voice. "Guess what, he survived. He was the only one lucky enough to survive." "You call this luck?" "Is that enough?" "Yes, sir." "Fine. All right, get that damn branch out of the way. The Rye's gonna be after our asses in no time." For me, opening my eyes was like trying to lift two metal gates.But as the branch lifted away from me, the piercing pain made me open my eyes.My eyes snapped open, and I gasped without jaw, pretending to be screaming. "My God!" said the first voice, and I saw it was a blond man, throwing back a thick branch and saying, "He's awake." A warm hand rests on what remains of my face. "Hi," said the familiar voice, "Hi, you're all right now. It's okay. You're safe now. We'll take you back. It's all right. You're all right." Her face came into my view.I know this face.I was once married to it. Cathy came to my rescue. I cried.I know I'm dead, but I don't mind. My eyes began to darken. "Have you seen this guy before?" I heard the blond man ask. "Don't be stupid," I heard Cathy say, "of course not." I'm dead. into another universe.

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