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Saturday, October 30, 2004
KENNY ROGERS: Insertion +11:11:11
The ride grew bumpier as we approached the heart. The sub's engines found it more and more difficult to compensate for the pumping movement and the deep beating noise grew louder and louder.
CAPTAIN CHRISTIE: We're close to the heart now.
LT. ARMCHAIR: We've got to get out of this vein and into the body cavity.
We gathered on the bridge and viewed a holographic projection of the heart pumping. Every time the image pumped, we could hear a thud reverberate through the hull of the ship.
ADMIRAL BLAMB: [mutters]
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
JEN: Nothing can escape it, not even ... er, blood.
ULTRA-BABY: I sense something. We're not alone.
LT. ARMCHAIR: There, look! Zoom in.
The holographic projection zoomed in. The sillouette of a large submarine was visible just outside of the right atrium. Despite the intense suction from the heart, the sub was not pulled in.
LT. ARMCHAIR: A ship!
BLAMB: Forget about it. Maintain course, get us out of this vein.
JEN: But how does it just sit there?
ULTRA-BABY: Admiral, we should take a closer look.
BLAMB: [shaking his head] Captain, how close can you get us?
CAPTAIN CHRISTIE: Right on top of her.
BLAMB: Take us to within 3 kilometres ... but if it gets too bumpy, pull back.
As we approached the sub, it became harder and harder to resist the flow of the blood.
CAPTAIN CHRISTIE: Crap, I think I lost it. We're being pulled in!
There was a sudden burst of speed as the current caught us. But just as we got close the sub, the force ceased and we floated gently to a stop. The engines powered down. The large sub appeared to be dead in the water and abandoned. We shone a spot light on it and surveyed the wreck.
And then the lights turned on.
LT. ARMCHAIR: It could be an automatic system. The docking port is online.
BLAMB: I don't like it, but we're here now.
We docked and boarded the sub to investigate except for Jen, who I assigned to stay with the Atrocia in case we needed to make a quick getaway.
The sub seemed deserted. We followed a corridor and emerged in a large control centre. The ship appeared to be operated by a team of robots.
LT. ARMCHAIR: [to the Robot] A ship of robots. You must feel right at home.
SECRET STORM: Not all robots, Lt. Armchair!
A tall chair swivelled around. Sitting in it was Secret Storm. She was dressed as a pirate.
STORM: Welcome, to the H.L. Hunley, Mark D.
CAPTAIN CHRISTIE: Hunley D? Wasn't the Hunley a submarine used during the US Civil War?
STORM: The orginal was the first submarine ever used in a successful military attack. A predecessor of this vessel. My "crew" and I liberated it from the Confederates.
LT. ARMCHAIR: But we don't understand? What are you doing here? How is it that you are able to keep from getting sucked into the heart?
STORM: We have technology ... too complex to explain. We are about to embark on the greatest journey! A trip through the human heart!
LT. ARMCHAIR: But that's insane! This sub will be crushed, no matter what technology you're using.
STORM: That is where you're wrong, Lieutenant. For tonight, we make the great voyage. Our test ship has already returned from several runs and the data has been analysed. We are ready.
LT. ARMCHAIR: Amazing.
The Captain was snooping. She looked at one of the robots and stared at its face plate. She reached out ... when she opened the face plate, she stepped back and gasped in horror.
BLAMB: What is it?
CHRISTIE: They not robots at all!
Everyone turned and looked.
 CHRISTIE: They're bunnies! Soft, little bunnies that have been turned into zombie android slaves!
STORM pulled a weapon.
STORM: You could have come with us! You could have seen the other side!
Suddenly there was a crash and the sub shook. Something had struck it. Out of the windows, we could see ship debris hurling past. We heard clanging and thuds as the debris hit the Hunley. The sub shook and everyone fell to the floor.
My radio crackled.
JEN: There's a tonne of wreckage heading towards us ... I have to get clear or the Atrocia will be hit.
CHRISTIE: Stop her!
STORM: None of you move!
The was another impact. A beam feel from the ceiling and pinned Storm.
STORM: Ack!
BLAMB: JEN! Stay docked ... Jen? Jen? JEN!
We were hit again and the sub rolled. The android bunnies fell from their chairs. I ran to a window just in time to see the Atrocia undocking. The hull of a wrecked sub crashed into it and sent it spinning out of control and it went hurtling towards the atrium and was sucked in. We were hit again and the Hunley started spinning.
LT. ARMCHAIR: We've got to get to that test ship! It's our only chance!
SECRET STORM: Nooo!
We ran towards the rear launch bay. Back in the control room, Storm was alone, trapped under the beam. The bunnies hopped over to her and startled snuggling. They were soft.
SECRET STORM: Help me, bunnies! Help me!
But all the bunnies could do was cuddle.
The test ship was small but tough-looking. It looked like a little van with eight large jet engines attached to it.
CHRISTIE: It's going to be tight, but we'll squeeze in.
Everyone climbed in the sub except for Armchair.
CHRISTIE: What are you doing?
LT. ARMCHAIR: The sub needs to be manually deployed from the bay. Those hoses need to be released and the bay doors opened from the control room.
CHRISTIE: Fine, I'll do it.
LT. ARMCHAIR: You're going through the heart. It's going to be a rough ride. They need someone who can control this thing.
BLAMB: What's going on? Let's go!
LT. ARMCHAIR: I'll be fine. Go.
The Captain saluted Lt. Armchair one last time.
CHRISTIE: Come on, Dave.
The test sub's engines fired up and a bright blue flickering glow came from slits in the ship's side.
Armchair released the hoses and ran to the control room. The bay doors opened and the test ship flew out towards the heart.
And we were sucked in.
9:40 AM
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