Before I forget, let me share with you a little bit of advice.
Don't do it.
No matter what amount of money they are paying you, no matter the thrills you will experience.
Don't.
Once you get a hold of that cold acrylic plastic, you will never go back.
The lights it emits are that of a nightlight. While it may briefly calm your mind of your dreary solitude, it's effects are mortal. In the end, it will make you arrogant, and in your arrogance it will blind you from the simple safety protocols you learned before you held the device.
Those ten foot dives in to the cold blue and out the cozy orange will change you. Scientific impossibility is a rush. But not one worth risking your sanity and instincts for.
She whispers.
A tickle at your ears.
Sure, you don't have to listen to her; but she will always be there nipping at your mind.
Her voice is robotic, yet kind. But it will pierce you deeply and distract you while your diving in that ice blue. Suddenly your ten foot fall will result in a warm pool of sticky red liquid collecting under your cranium, while she sings you to sleep.
Goodnight.