Feel the Voodoo

The night drifted blankly, brazen yet somber. Buck Rodgers and his company would have had no problem examining the thing; faded recordings containing scientific officers soon to be exposed to the vacuum of space, regardless of actions that might have prevented such measures taking place. It was a haywire blitz, a euphoria of the highest order, intended for once and perhaps twice the effect that drilled within conscious thought an issue of supreme importance, not seen since the faded tapes and disintegrating images of visages fading away into infinite darkness.