There it is!
The ship branched off several quadrants! That’s why we couldn’t find it.
Well, it’s time to make contact, Clara.
…I repeat, module to mother ship… Do you copy?... Nothing.
…It’s as if everyone had vanished!
It’s alarming! There’s no signal at all!
Just great! Three hundred and fifty billion “credits” drifting out there in the middle of the space… forsaken!
Always with the same, Berlaustev! 10
When will it dawn on you that this might be serious!