This is how downspace was explained to me: Imagine existence as an onion. The top layer is ours, vast and slow. But you can shortcut through lower layers, where physics, time and space are not the beasts we know.
Mass – gravity – stretches the skin of the universe. Find a weak spot and punch through.
The ordnance splashing around us intensified. Quantum missiles with antimatter warheads. Viruses riding wide-beam static. Anything to shut us down. They felt their quarry slipping away.
Hunched over the shield console, tension biting my shoulders and burning down my spine, I dared not be so optimistic.