Nobody was qite sure what would happen. Nobody was sure if anything would happen in the first place. Decades of research had been poured into the project, along with staggering amounts of money, but not a single crew member or scientist could come up with a hypothesis any more detailed than "The ship will tear open a hole in the fabric of space." But that was the essence of the human race - diving head-first into situations with no idea what would happen next, just because it was possible. At least, that was what the crew had been told. The countdown began. The crew tensed. The scientists tensed. Even the craft itself seemed to tense. And then, they set out. "Approaching optimum speed." One of the crew members said, their voice wavering. "Prepare to engage hyperdrive." Came the captain's reply. "Hyperdrive primed, sir. Deploying in three... two... one..." And, at the push of a button, the craft shot forwards, its very molecules being twisted and shaped like putty. It shook, it stirred, it threatened to break - but it pulled through. The hyperdrive had smashed open the limits of the universe. "Ladies and gentlemen," the captain said, "We have reached our destination."