Space Traipse: Hold My Beer, The No-Brainer
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Let's do science, HuFleet style! the Impulsive is assigned to watch over the HMB Inconceivable and the Logic Ship, Rational Plausibility, as they throw a couple of warp drives into a star to see what happens.
But when a Cyber virus attacks the systems, mucking up the programming, they get more than they bargained for. Can the crew of the Impulsive stop a growing wonkyverse (technical term) before it rewrites the laws of physics?
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