“That’s impossible,” Aris muttered, his breath fogging the inside of his helmet. An IP reservation wasn't a physical object. It was a promise. A logical handshake. It was like walking up to a door, inserting the correct key, and being told the lock no longer recognizes the concept of ‘open.’
CONNECTION ACTIVATION FAILED: IP CONFIGURATION COULD NOT BE RESERVED ” Aris muttered
Aris felt a cold trickle down his spine that had nothing to do with the ship’s failing life support. inserting the correct key
And there, it stopped.