Six

Force equals the gravity of mass one times mass two over the radius squared.

Level One depends on two assumptions: First the universe is infinite or virtually so, and two within this infinite universe every possible configuration of particles in a Hubb volume takes place multiple times.

"Anything is possible, you only need to think of a way to make it so."

Acceleration is equal to the change in velocity divided by time.

Velocity is equal to the square root of two times acceleration of gravity times the height of the falling object.

In vacuum space, two objects fall at the same rate.

Increase surface area increases friction.

Average acceleration of an object is equal to the change in velocity over the change in time.

If a universe is mathematically possible than it has equal possibility of existing, even if the laws of nature is different than our own.

"Playing God is dangerous..."

Four plus four is eight, which is the same as four times two.

Reaching another Level One is virtually impossible.

"I am going to go fix the communication problem. I will meet whoever is piloting the ship in the bridge." Six rubbed her head as facts spoke in her mind. It was a little startling, she felt kind of crazy and yet the repetitiveness felt soothing as if it was a subconscious calming technique. She made her way up the stairs to where the bridge was and began pressing buttons until communications appeared. She looked through the recording of what the ship had said about the communication problem. The antenna is okay, but the transmitter has been destroyed. If I'm correct that will mean we will have to get a new one. "Ship? Can you tell me more about the communication transmitter?"

Four nodded in agreement. "I'd rather face one ship than two fleets. Call me paranoid but I doubt you send a fleet of you're friendly."

He listened to the ship as it outlined what was happening. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to listen to his instincts. Having no idea who he was or what he could do, his only choice was to trust his gut.

"Apparently I know everything there is to know about the weapons on this ship but that's about it so far. I reckon if I was a pilot I would've felt the urge to head to the bridge when I first woke up, instead I went straight to the weapons locker."

Three quickly made his way to the bunks, seeing as they were located right outside of the Dining Room. If he turned up nothing of his own here, he'd go to the cabins on the upper deck, near the bridge. However, fortune seemed to favor him. In the first trunk he'd opened he found clothes in his size, as well as a grooming kit and a multitool. Seeing a second footlocker beneath the bunk, Three moved to the side of the bed and began to drag it out into the open. This one seemed to have a bit more weight to it, as it took a little bit of an effort to slide out.

Three opened the footlocker and was face to face with something extremely familiar: combat armor that looked custom-molded for his form, a gun-belt with two holsters, and a single-capacity shoulder holster. He fitted the gun-belt around his waist and found it to be a perfect match for his waistline. Same for the shoulder holster. Three then retrieved the MAC revolver and the SIP from his waistband. He slid the SIP into one of the empty hip holsters and the MAC into the shoulder holster. Now THAT felt right. With one empty holster, Three stepped back into the Dining Room and retrieved a second SIP and slid it into the last remaining hip holster. "I don't know why, but this feels so right to me," Three added with a slight grin.

Three then spun on his heels and made his way back to the bridge.

Listening to the computer talk over the Ai, Two yawned. She was still tired, though she suspected everyone would have been after such a sleep. When the computer requested help, she frowned. Now that sounded familiar. Pushing away from the wall that she had been leaning against, she turned back towards the stairs and headed away fromt he dinning room. Making her way over to the helm, she glanced out at the view. "So, if I'm not mistaken, we're blindly following set co-ordinates?" she asked the ship.