“Jane, you can’t do this!” Thomas shouted as he struggled to keep up with her.
“There’s no time for discussion, Thomas.” Jane had already reached the control panel and looked grim. She flipped a switch. “Projector is priming.”
“We can’t use this, Jane! It’s too experimental.”
“And if we don’t, that meteor shower will hit the Earth.” Jane continued to adjust the controls. “The missile defenses failed to destroy or divert the shower. This will work.”
Thomas grabbed Jane’s arm, prompting her to look him in the face.
“But at what cost, Jane? You know how the projector works. You, or anyone in it, will be in a sort of limbo.”
“I’ll be solid enough to shield the Earth, and I’ll live otherwise.”
“But you’ll be out there, all alone, with time passing for you, but not aging or even breathing or eating, until we can find a way to get you back