The signal connects, and Mors turns green as he starts to fade into the phone.
And then, there is again that horiffic high-pitched whining noise, as the signal distorts and rejects...
... but then there is another noise on top of that, a noise like a modem connecting, and Mors' image starts to flit in and out and back and forth...
... and then, Mors, you awake inside the Shehazarad
"Neat," says Dallas. "Alright, let's get outta here..."
Ok, folks! Everyone is back in the good old real world, with its devastated landscape, crap food, and vicious robots trying to kill you, and you guys with no special powers... ain't life great!
Whilst some of your real life bodies are looking REALLY bad, you will all be glad to know that your damage tracks have been cleared.
"Everyone ok?" asks Dallas.
Marduk is busy making an analysis of the real world situation, working out how much time you have before the sentinel sweep comes this way.
"Get your ass up, Ares..."
Mors salutes Captain Dallas. "I'm quite alright, Captain Dallas. I'm glad you are too. We owe you our lives."
Mors remembered that they were still missing members of the crew as he looked over the bodies of Heph, Castor, and Fire, still plugged into the Matrix. "What is their situation?"
"Ok, well, situation with the others is... ummm... welll... and so on, you get the picture..."
You don't. But what you do get- for those of you on the Shez- is something very unsuaul. The monitors are fixed on the position of the missing players. But the screen- the screen is freaky. It is almost entirely green, with only the tinest shades of black turning up once evrery so often; but the green is pulsating and shifting and sliding.
The screen is choked solid with code, a hundred times more code than is noirmally seen in the Matrix. You can't really make sense of it.