At fifty fathoms level her off. She glides through the depths without a sound. Half the crew asleep as battle stations ring out. Lose all power to the bottom she goes. Her batteries at best last a day or two Panic spreads like fire as moral sinks low.
Politicians get the word - decision ahead.
Can't let capitalists get too near. DSRV is waiting on the scene Whole world's watching - time to decide. Fathom trapped are a hundred souls - Where they are headed no one knows. Reproduction in whole or in part in any form or medium without the expressed written permission of CyberNuts, Inc. is prohibited.