Silence fell across the room.
Belle, never one for silence, raised her hand.
"Yes, Blue Hair whose name I should know but don't?"
"Belle Zhao." She rolled her eyes. "And it was different than the simulations. More... intense. The air felt wrong. Like it was too heavy in my lungs."
Dr. Cross nodded. "Dimensional pressure differential. Your body literally rejecting the environment." She looked around. "Anyone else? Mr. Glasses Who Looks Perpetually Constipated?"
Jordan scowled. "Jordan Kim. The entities seemed more intelligent than the simulation versions. They adapted to our tactics."
"Correct! Simulation AIs are based on observed behaviors, but they can't replicate the true alien intelligence of fracture entities." She pointed at me suddenly. "How about you, Handsome New Kid I Definitely Don't Remember Being So Fit?"
