how was I supposed to know I shouldn't be in the control room? I thought all
those signs were for passengers, not staff.
I guess, if you want to be technical, I'm just part of the hospitality
staff. No need to be snobby about it. Not everyone can be a member of the
oh-so-important security team like you. Doesn't Intergalactic Cruises' mission
statement say that we're all part of the same crew?
can we be real? If we're looking at apportioning blame, this can't be all
my fault. Some of the blame lies with your people.
course I’m serious. If you really didn't want anyone in the control room, you
shouldn't have made it so easy to get into.
the control room was secured by an encrypted lock, but any five-year-old can
good point, the ship's mainframe was counter-locked with a passcode known only
to Captain Masoni, but I mean, his password was so obvious. It's like he was
just inviting someone in.
it’s his pet cat Oliver. Well, that combined with his birthday. Along with some
other randomly sequenced digits. Might as well have been “1234” or “password”.
don't see how my record is relevant to this discussion.
stints in cryo for cyber-cracking, to be exact. But who doesn't have a
peccadillo or two from their wild days of misspent youth? I bet you get up to
all kinds of trouble when you're in port.
it wasn't that I hid my criminal record when I applied to work for
Intergalactic Cruises, it just didn't seem particularly relevant to joining the
hospitality team on the ship. You folks hired me for my singing, not my
expertise in cracking digital security systems.
did I unlock the ship's navigational computers? I was curious, I guess. The
company mission statement encourages staff professional development. I’ve
always wanted to learn how to navigate a cruise ship.
it was a coincidence that the Duchess Herzibina was on this ship.
I’ve never even heard of the Starheart Diamond.
resent your insinuation, young lady. When we finally get rescued, I shall be
reporting you to HR, security chief or not.
how was I supposed to know not to push the Emergency Stasis button?
yes, there was a sign over the button that read AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY but I
thought that was just for the ship's passengers. I certainly didn't think it
applied to staff.
course not! That's why I pushed it. I was curious. What else could my reason
an interesting theory! But it would mean that I knew that the Emergency Stasis
button would put all non-essential staff into instant cryosleep, that I pressed
it with the intent of stealing this fabulous little stone. And that would be a
silly plan, because the button also renders the ship's engines inert, sending
out an SOS signal for another ship to come get us. I'd be trapped here with
you. Besides, what would I do with the diamond? Seems like a terrible plan to
suppose, perhaps, if this was all part of some cockamamie, elaborate scheme—not
that I admit to any such thing of course—that after taking care of the
duchess's security, I would have removed the diamond from her lovely person,
but instead of hiding it, I'd have ejected the Starheart into space with a
tracking device to be found by my cohorts after the ship had passed through.
Then all I'd have to do is wait for my team's signal before activating a
short-range teleporter. But if that were the case, then all I'd be doing
during our lovely little interview is stalling for time until I received the
need to point that thing at me, young miss. I was speaking hypothetically.
course I'm sweating! You're pointing a gun in my face.
you mean the beeping in my pocket? I could check, if you—
Ow! Fine. You take it. It's just a PDA.
think I'd actually carry such a teleporter in my pocket? If I had one, it'd be
implanted to my cortex. All I'd have to do is think the command.
I'm not sure what would be faster, your trigger finger or my hypothetical
implanted teleporter. Why don't we find—