"Boston Low: We triggered it in that ship and now it's leading us. Ludger Brink: Do you mean this is the last gasp of a holographic tour guide? Boston Low: Or the port authority. Maybe it's saying we're under arrest. Come quietly or self-aiming lasers will toast us to cinders in fifteen seconds. Maggie Robbins: Stop it! Maybe you think that's funny, but the last thing I need is some mischievous boy trying to give me the creeps. Boston Low: If I wanted to give you the creeps, I'd tell you that it was the ghost of a long dead alien. Maggie Robbins: How do you know it ISN'T a ghost? Ludger Brink: What, do you think this is where aliens end up when they die? If it is, then this better be hell, because it sure isn't my idea of heaven. Boston Low: Now you're starting to give ME the creeps."