Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 14 thousands of times more expensive, the helm was what fed tele-visual and tele-auditory data to the pilot. "I'm ready whenever you are, sir." Moorer said, looking to Silverstein, who held the honorary rank of Major. "Good luck, son." Silverstein nodded. Taking a deep breath, Moorer slid the helmet over his ears and eased it into place. Holding still while Johansen made final adjustments and checked that the small magnetic couplings mounted on either side of the helm had snapped into alignment. Alone in the artificial darkness, he steadied himself, preparing as best he could for the disorienting sensory rush that always occurred whenever tele-virtual operation was used. When he felt ready, he spoke into the helmet's built-in microphone pick up. "Okay. Jack me in." The Yldra, Silverstein k ...
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