Kate Johnson

S1 E14: Safety

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S1 E14: Safety Transcript

Transcript S1 E14: Safety [Strange croaking, bird calls, a symphony of nature.] Narrator M: Somewhere between the depths and the Mediun, a tiny uncharted islet shimmers with soft bioluminescence in the dark of the Fold, wreathed in a haze of silky mist.  Narrator S: No human settlements here, but richly inhabited by natural life.  M:…

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S1 E13: Enlightenment

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S1 E13: Enlightenment Transcript

Transcript S1 E13: Enlightenment Narrator S: Devoured by a vortex of living darkness, the Foldlight detonates. [A catastrophic shattering noise.] Narrator M: A giant flash like a lightning strike, absolutely blinding, bright enough that even the polarized hull of the Ship can’t contain it.  Narrator X: A single stark freeze-frame as bright as unlight illuminates…

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S1 E12: Fathom

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S1 E12: Fathom Transcript

Transcript S1 E12: Fathom Narrator M: All right! So, where were we? Oh, yes! [A tinny, lilting waltz.] Narrator S: The Disappearance of the Dazzling Duchess! It was beginning to seem as though Lord Cryptopher–  [Music cuts.] M: No, no, after that.  S: Oh. Right.  [Abrupt, terrifying music.] Narrator X: A giant humanoid face larger…

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S1 E11: The Disappearance of the Dazzling Duchess

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S1 E11: The Disappearance of the Dazzling Duchess Transcript

Transcript S1 E11: The Disappearance of the Dazzling Duchess Narrator S: The high altitudes of the Un are a brilliant cloudscape of prismatic crystal; a frigid void of harsh luminescence, ice, and wind; of sparkling glassy shrapnel, swirling vapors, and titanic mica shards. [A delicate melody and whistling wind.]  Narrator M: The deep fathoms of…

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S1 E010: Zoron

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S1 E10: Zoron Transcript

Transcript S1 E10: Zoron Narrator M: It is extremely late at night.  Narrator S: Or extremely early in the morning, who can say? Well, Felix probably could.  M: The Ship is moving slow, and Merlin is on the control deck, poring over some continuous-feed paper spools by the dim light of a fold-safe lamp, drinking…

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