"Black."
No response.
"Black, you're blocking the television."
Still no response. Black was too engrossed in fiddling with the dial to listen to Magenta.
"Hold on...aha!" Black stepped away. "Do you see that?"
"That's just static," said Cyan suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"It is. And guess where the dial is turned? It's turned to Anti-UVB's station! That means..." Black paused and looked around, as if expecting someone to provide an ending to her sentence. After a few moments, she received one.
"Anti-UVB's somehow outside AER?" said Cyan, even more suspiciously. "That's not possible."
"Maybe it is. How else would we get news on whatever they're doing?" Yellow said.
"Gamma and Anti-Gamma can do it, Yellow," Black informed him. "Also, it's been several billion years. I have never found any cracks in the barrier. If I haven't found any by now, it's pretty probable that there aren't any of these alleged cracks."
"It was just an idea," Yellow mumbled.
Cyan stood up. "What we need is a PLAN."
