Mondo: HELLO! TESTING! CAN YOU GUYS HEAR ME OVER THE SHIP INTERCOM?
Azote: Kalum can you please just turn the volume down it's killing me.
Kalum: where even is the knob?
Lyman: I thought you built this thing?
Polym: That's a bad sign.
Azote turns the volume down a bit.
Azote: Ahhhhh. Now i'll be able to hear my own thoughts when he speaks.
Lyman: Hm. You know, maybe Azote should drive.
Kalum: hey! i know what i'm doing here! look, i got us to the uh... the crust!
Azote: Wait, how do you even know this is the right cell?
Kalum: see, this is the bit where i 1-up you, O God of Science! i built this tracker! it locates any and all artificial consciousness of any size, and gives directions!
He spins the tracker around in his hand with a proud expression.
Lyman: Wait, this thing is CONSCIOUS!?
Mondo: IT'S CONSCIOUS?!
Polym: dude, i thought you turned down the volume
Azote: Sigh. i did.
You successfully land on the mebrane. Remarkably, the ship isn't making you very carsick. Or shipsick.
Now feels like a nice to do some sightseeing. Or maybe you'll just listen to Azote's educational ramblings. At least, they're educational if you can keep up. What do you do first?