There is, unfortunately, no escaping physics. Bound by the speed of light, even information must take its time to get birds going, and as we move farther into the void, that time grows until the distance becomes unspeakable.
Vodrothylic acid. It's a better acid than what humans used in the past. I think you may have a reserve of it. It's kept in small, stabilized containers marked with a corrosive symbol and three dots in a line at the bottom. It's rarely used because it's a precious resource, but I killed those fuckers before with it. It works. You'll have to, unfortunately. Trust me on this. You don't have any other option.
Babbling. All right?
It's a language I speak. I've successfully merged with Lisbeth now, so no more Babbling. She is, well was a scientist and psychiatrist aboard the battleship Trinity FW 56 Q. I'm not blocking any of your communications, either. I don't have the power to do.
That, though I do hear others over.
The this is such an old term, but lines.
I wonder if they can hear me. If they can, it's nice to meet you all.
Other than that, I wish you luck. Trying to explain your reasoning for using that material to the higher ups. I'm sure they'll ask enough of that, though. Go. You're trying to save lives. The longer you linger, the worse it'll get.
Unspeakable Distance is an actual play podcast of communication delay by audioquin a link to the game's. Itch IO page and credits for our players are available in the show notes linked to this episode. This podcast has been a production of the Library of Cursed Knowledge podcast network.