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Trial 1. This should be interesting. I descended below to inform the troops. "Bob's about to give separation a 'go'. Now I don't know what will happen. He's bargaining for one keytool not thirty. It may not even work at all. It might have unforeseen side effects. I'm just warning you all now that something's about to happen. Now whether its good or bad we'll have wait and see."
"What's the odds, Glitch?" Martin asked. "What's our probability of success?"
I paused. "Martin, to tell you the truth, I haven't thought in odds and probabilities in so long I can't even tell you right now. We'll just have to lean on hope okay."
"Glitch, to tell you the truth," Errol said, quoting me, "we've never leaned on hope before."
When DiDio spoke up her signal sounded a little more sincere. Meaning it sounded a little more frightened. "We've never had to hope before, Glitch. I've been growing concerned over being unable to scan any sort of figures from inside here. It has been my primary occupation for my entire runtime. Being in this blackout is very unsettling."
"How does one run on hope, Glitch?" DeNure asked. "Is it like a battery pack that fuels you when you have run out of energy?"
"Kind of like that, DeNure." I replied. "Only without the level indicators and input ports."
"How do we use it?" GUI asked. "You can tell us how right?"
"Just trust that I'll get us out." I told them. "Bob's trying in a nano, but even if it doesn't work I'll get you out. Remember that."
I floated back up into Bob's senses. Sheesh. Next time I give a speech I'll do the homework.