"I can't say. There have been no succesful journeys into the Fields."
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"The suits will function normally, but I can't say for your companion."
"They rest about 30 miles west of here." As it said that, it seemed the distance was filled in by the pressure suit. The voice was momentarily swapped with that of Keth's, as if he was converting the measurement into something more understandable. "That place is terrible, though. Any of our kind that approaches it malfunctions and eventually shuts down. It might even happen to your companion. You, though, aren't like us. You might be able to travel through it."
It sat thinking for a moment. "Well, we don't have anything like that here, but there may be somwhere that you would find such a thing. It would require traversal of the Fields of Judgement."
It looked confused. "You are all speaking at once. Please, one at a time. First, though, this one is on the brink of termination." It nudged the insect Aballonian and it resumed working. "Now, if I understood correctly, you are not here of your own volition and wish to leave?" |