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Transcript S2 E05: Marrow Narrator X: The Stagecoach rests quietly in the center of a dark, still, necropolitan plaza, a tiny point of light within a vast realm of night, a solitary firefly in an empty black box theater.  Narrator S: The crew is now all geared up and outside the Stagecoach, taking stock of…

Transcript S2 E04: Spectacle Narrator M: Through weightless darkness, lit by dim and eerie sunshine, there glides a Stagecoach. It flies directly away from the sun, heading straight into the shadow beyond, towards the “something” out there in space, a flat blackness right now, ostensibly nothing.  Narrator S: Inside the Stagecoach’s upper cockpit –  Narrator…

Transcript S2 E03: The Mourning After Narrator S: Cleo is floating in the center of Steve’s homestead fold bubble. The unlight – no, sun? light? – shines through everything in a way that, at home, would probably cause all kinds of tearrors to happen. But here, this fold is calm and nonreactive. It still has…

Transcript S2 E02: Stranger Narrator S: In a dark expanse, there shines a sun. [Disorienting music.]  Narrator M: Surrounding the sun is a weird solar system, almost, of many thousands of zero-g globules of fold, hovering like wax in a lava lamp, in space, slowly orbiting that point of light. Narrator X: Kinda like an…