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They strode into the room and over to the control panel. It was a flat one, the one foot by one foot surface angled slightly toward them with a few dozen buttons on the surface. Drifter tapped some of the buttons and a screen popped up in the empty area in front of them.
Allie couldn’t read the letters on the screen, even if they hadn’t been flying by at the speed they were. “So how does a black box work on a Petorian ship, anyway? Is someone writing everything down while it’s happening?”
He tapped away at the keyboard as the paragraphs scrolled past their view. “The black box records conversations over the official intercom system, and everything that’s spoken in this room and on the bridge.
She stepped closer to him and looked from his face to the screen. “That sounds like a
