"[In wormhole space] Your interaction with most people will be like sitting in a police interrogation room for weeks on end, eyeing the one way glass uneasily wondering if anyone is watching you. At seemingly random intervals, And somehow always when you least expect it, about 40+ people will kick open the door, Beat you down with nightsticks, Leave, And then close the door before you can really realize what happened. Sometimes a fly sneaks in the room too. You haven't seen it in weeks, But you know it's there. Somewhere. Buzzing around and likely plotting your demise."