A little science fiction dialog.
"Environmental suits all checked and rechecked. The chamber is sealed." "PROCEED!". "We're losing barometric pressure!" "COMPENSATE!" "Energy output is constant." "The rift is stabilizing sir. Air pressure is equivalent to about 15,000 feet altitude." "Spectrum analysis suggests a red star. That can't be right!" "Still holding constant." "EXTEND THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL LENS!" "Lens breaching the rift." "Looks about 3000 Kelvin. Oh my God!" "WHAT?!?!" "Something humanoid is looking back at us." "THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO BE JOKING!" "I'm serious sir. I'm switching to a broader view plane." "No joke, Sir. I saw it too!" "HOW COULD ANYTHING SURVIVE AT THAT TEMPERATURE?!" "I did too, and it looked human." "I've got more of them." "The depth of field is very shallow, those behind it are blurry." "What the Hell have we found here?" "EXACTLY. DISENGAGE KEYHOLE NOW! NOW! NOW!" 20190123
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