Dr. Born swore again, more loudly than before. “I order you not to even think about that, you fucking lunatic.” She swayed in her chair, face pale as she watched them through the stained plastic of her suit. “Major, I know they didn’t teach math in the ISMU… too much time about how to fuck people up… but listen to me. We. Are. Disposable. But if we screw things up any worse than the first impression we already made, we’re going to leave a footprint that we can’t get rid of. If we die, if a thousand of us die, it doesn’t mean anything. The Forerunner can bring us back to life. You can wake back up and carry the torch long enough for my team to crack this. But if you…” She inhaled sharply, and started to cough.