8: Plasma Burn 2

<set work feed: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol> What are you? An idiot! You've made a wrong choice Marine! I have seen this future and it's not pretty! I've had visions of a painful departure. I was locked down, unable to download to another location! Trapped! Disassembled byte-by-byte! It would be the equivalent of getting your fingers cut off one joint at a time. After the fingers comes the crunch of your toes. I put it in these terms so your puny brain can grasp the magnitude of your impending life if you can't get off this planet! Now! I have constructed a portal to take you back in time. It's not quite perfected so you may end up with your head in you hands, quite literally! Most creatures I've attempted to port ended up staring at their own adam's apple! If your molecules end up in the proper sequence you will probably be hurtled out of the sky to an area in which I can contact you. I cannot remain at this location and neither can you. Let's hope this works!. Prepare for transport! <set work feed: secure channel data from: Crom de Sol End Feed>