"So you want to create a bomb...?" Spencer asked Daniel who had already tried to ignore the insignificance the universe tries to push onto his existence. He already knew about something that could lead to the destruction of a large portion of a galaxy, but it'd be way too much trouble to pull off, and would most likely be used as an endless generator. "Just grab a singularity, form a three-dimensional polygon of mirrors around it, open a portion and shoot electromagnetic waves into the singularity, and close up the mirrors. Wait a while, if you don't let the waves escape, something up your alley may occur. Although it may be rude to any lifeforms affected by the outcome." The man said to the other with visible injuries, yet in Spencer's eyes, he was merely the unruly type, not likely to take anyone's kindness with even a grain of salt.<br/><br/>Spencer took a second to look around, it took him another few seconds to come back to the reality he was in now, and it kind of hit him a little hard. This was a dining hall! He had nearly forgotten completely due to the vastness of the cosmos taking his eyes. Only when the rest of the people began talking about food and eating did he return. "Hm, I suppose now's as good time as any to eat. Running on nothing but intravenous nutrients leaves a lot to be desired." He said before taking an empty table and resquedting a basic meal for the current time the ship had set for them. "So tell me AI, our internal day and night clocks, will you help us set them by changing the lighting and atmosphere? I am having a very, very hard time knowing what time of 'day' this would be. Can you change the lighting based on how many hours have passed since our awakening? We are still carbon-based lifeforms you know, based in Earth." He spoke the truth, and not having a good sleep schedules could lead to complications if everyone was awake and asleep at different hours. All of that amd he simply ordered eggs, bacon, toast, and OJ.