Hardison just gave Eliot a sigh. Like he knew the appropriate amount of nitrogen in the atmosphere or something. C'mon now!

(Okay, technically he did. Shut up, that was science, it was different!)

"Stuff should still be comin' in, though," Hardison argued. "Like, if you went home an' turned on the TV you ain't got, you should still get a signal from your cable company so you can watch Rudy for the one millionth time or whatever. But there's nothin' comin' in, nothin' goin' out, an' nothin' that suggests anything is even out there at all! According to electronics, we're in the middle of a goddamn dead zone."