Parked at Decca's Spaceport 13F, parking boot removed, fines paid by Doogé
The crew of The Black Flea sleep overnight together in a guest suite at Doogé's complex, on account that Red and Wu-chan would not wake up.
WU: Oh wow. That was the best sleep I've had in years. Wait, where are we?
S: I bet you slept well. You and Red kept us up most of the night with your snoring.
SM: I. Need. A. Latte.
Meri: (yawning with mouth wide open) Wuf.
Red: Who's ready for more food?
(Door bell rings)
Doogé: (behind door) Hello? Are you guys up?
WU: Yo, what up, D? Come on in.
Doogé: It's Doogé.I brought breakfast with me. Shall we talk over breakfast about the proposal?
S: (whacks Wu-chan on the arm) Will you grow up?
RP: Oh. Oh my. Is, is this real bacon and eggs?
Doogé: That it is.
RP: (eating out of the serving tray) Oh. My. God. I've never tasted real bacon before! This is amazing!
(everyone rushes to grab bacon, eggs, biscuits, and coffee)
WU: (mouth full) Sffff wuffff dwff juff abufff?
Doogé: Excuse me?
S: He asked about the job, I think.
Meri: (eating bacon) Wuuuuf!
Doogé: Right. So, I briefly mentioned yesterday that we're deep underground so that we can do some quantum-time testing without interference from cosmic rays, right?
WU: (mouth fuller than earlier) Mmmm hmmm.
Doogé: Yes. So, one of the things we noticed is that the tiny inanimate objects we'd send back — we're talking a few milimeters in size — would transmit disintegrated objects.
SM: Scrambled qubits?
Doogé: In this case, no.
SM: Imposition of both states?
Doogé: No, no. Are. Have. Do. Are you a quantum physicist?
SM: Me? Ha! No. I mean, I dabble.
S: She dabbles a lot.
SM: Well, enough to send messages back as far back as 73 years.
Doogé: (pauses for a momemt) Huh...
Meri: Wuf wuf!
WU: Yeah, Syvil and Shoko are the brains of this crew. I don't know how they did it, but Shoko's been sending dispatches back to someone — we don't really know...
SM: (interrupting Wu-chan) Okay then! Go on.
Doogé: Wait what?
SM: Please, go on!
Doogé: Well, we believe it has more to do with the stability of the space immediately around the object. We've been crafting shielding to encase small objects, and so far we've been fairly successful.
SM: Wait, so you've sent objects back into time?
Doogé: Oh dear no. We've sent it from one room in the complex to the other. Anyway, Jageda Industries apparently has been working on an extraordinary prototype that allows brains to...
WU: You want us to steal a prototype?
Doogé: No, no. I want you to copy all the data of their research and sneak it out.
(the crew turns to Wu-chan)
WU: Look, you two love this stuff. Think about how much closer we'd be to transporting ourselves to the past in the Black Flea! Are you kidding me, yes, we're doing it!
RP: Well, I do think it's cool. But Cap, this is Jageda Industries. You really think we're going to sneak in there? I don't think so.
S: You must be out of your mind.
WU: Look, I'm betting Dogio has it mostly figured out already, amirite?
Doogé: It's Doogé, but, indeed.
WU: See? Look, this crew is awesome. We got here didn't we? Doge, how many other crews have failed the test?
Doogé: It's still Doogé. About 70 give or take.
WU: See? We can do this, I know it!
S: Okay, so, yeah, it's tempting, but...
RP: K, I'm in.
SM: Mmm. Me too. I think this'll be fun!
S: Shoko. We. Could. Die.
SM: Or get captured!
WU: Yeah! Doogé, we're in!
S: (sighs) Fine.
Doogé: Excellent! When you're ready to leave, I'll have a couple of tons of food and toys from our lab for you. Gambatte!
WU: Hai! Domo, Dogo!