“Death, death, death, death!!!”  The two men continued their childish cheering contest until the computer finished its scan.  Words died as they beheld the results, and stared slack jawed at the monitor.  “…that’s impossible.” Shane breathed, not even bothering to conceal his shock.  John felt as though he had been punched in the gut.  He hadn’t expected to see any life at all.  The computer continued to flash results on screen.  The bet was completely forgotten.  John twisted in his seat and saw the crew still arguing and darting around the bridge.