NARRATOR: Mialhoua-Ua, "grounded" against the interior hull...
TAGON: Ventura!
This ship is plugged into the station. I want you to hack that channel and take control.
PARA: Of the ship?
TAGON: Of the station.
PARA: Sir, that's ridiculous.
The station is millions of years old. The computational architecture is completely alien, and it's in a language nobody speaks.
TAGON: Not nobody. This ship speaks it. The station shut down the ship's annie plants and then spun her up for gravity.
That would require compatible protocols, right?
PARA: Sure. And now we have two systems I don't know how to talk with.
TAGON: But this ship was restored by the Prabstdi. They studied this relic for a hundred years, and Ennesby has copies of all their data.
PARA: Okay, you're right. This is possible. But it's still a long shot.
PARA: I'll need to re-clock Ennesby, and then negotiate this operation with his poor, bifurcated brain, which is manifesting at least three clinically terminal cases of A.I. insanity.
PARA: Show me where to set up.
TAGON: "Up" is right.
The junction is in the ship-spine, two-hundred and fifty meters above us.
PARA: We're back to "ridiculous."