The Cloverfield Paradox Page #2

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than any ever built.

Every time they test it, they risk

ripping open the membrane of space time,

smashing together multiple dimensions,

shattering reality.

And not just on that station,

everywhere.

This experiment could unleash chaos...

the likes of which we have never seen.

Monsters, demons, beasts from the sea--

To clarify,

you believe their efforts

to solve the energy crisis

might unleash demons?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Volkov, we're ready to take

the Shepard online.

-How's your station?

-Hold on,

I'm calibrating our expensive compass.

And not just here and now...

in the past...

in the future, in other dimensions...

You have no idea how much I would

love to be wrong about this.

Monk.

-If you want to know more...

- Turn that sh*t off.

read my book--

Gyro is calibrating.

Our station is good.

You should ask Schmidt,

is his station good?

Jesus Christ.

Please, Mr. Monk,

hit us with your holy stick.

Oh, come on.

-Not now when we're--

-Schmidt.

The farther we travel from home,

the clearer it becomes

that there is a power infinitely

greater than us.

Please show Your mercy.

And allow the Shepard to work this time.

To provide the energy we need.

To prevent our countries

from going to war.

Please, God, be on our side.

Amen.

Amen.

That was righteous.

Back to work.

Sunday School over yet?

Schmidt, power up.

Sequence running.

Thirty to ignition.

Commander?

Three...two...one...

mark.

Please don't break up on me, baby.

Yes, yes. Yes!

We have a successful collision.

What's our output?

We have positive energy flow.

For the first time.

Look at this, look at this.

-Holy sh*t, you did it.

-It's working.

-We are focused at 47 teravolts.

-Oh, man!

Hamilton, viewscreen mode.

-Yeah!

- Oh, man! Nice.

Oh, yeah man!

That's pretty.

Schmidt, tell me something.

It says it hit 602--

What the hell is happening?

-Extinguisher systems are down.

-Then we ventilate.

I need 63M open, now!

Oh, no.

Something's wrong here, guys.

It's all scrambled.

Qinhuangdao, do you copy?

The O2 tanks are leaking.

Our reserves are severely diminished.

-Qinhuangdao, do you copy?

- The systems are scrambled.

There's absolutely no guarantee

any executable will function as expected.

I'm rebooting the comms system.

I'm not picking up anything.

Okay, what else?

Life support at 74 percent.

Main power is fried.

This is backup.

Temperature is all over the place

and nothing gets better

until Mundy and I get our hands on it.

-We've got gear to fix all this?

- Not by a long shot.

Request an ECL to send supplies.

This doesn't make any sense.

-The output, massive amount of energy.

- Tam, please kill that alarm.

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