human
We are increasing our speed to the maximum. Objective dead ahead. All well.
gpt
We are entering the cloud. Bow is invisible. All--
human
The last sentence was cut off sharp, sir. I can hear nothing more. Even the carrier wave is dead.
gpt
Nothing, gentlemen.
human
Remain here, listening carefully. Let me know at once if you hear anything.
gpt
Perhaps it's only the radio waves that are cut off. Maybe she's all right, fighting there inside, smashing them.
human
God, I hope you're right. Five thousand men aboard her. Bradley's lips were white, his hands trembling.
gpt
Come to my office, Eric; we'll wait there. To your posts, gentlemen. Each of you will detail a man to watch that cloud bank, and report to me any change in its appearance, even the slightest.