Hyperspace, not to be confused with the space where one keeps an abundant supply of hyperactive animals, is in fact the remarkable, not to mention blindingly fast, method by which one travels vast distances without the tedious bother of experiencing time in a linear fashion. Physics, as it seems, enjoys a good joke, and hyperspace is the universe's equivalent of a custard pie in the face of Einstein.
When planning to travel through hyperspace, it is customary to leave one's preconceived notions of speed, direction, and reality at the door. Bring a towel, for reasons too profound and numerous to explain here. Motion sickness tablets are moot, as your stomach may be several light years away from the rest of you during travel.
The entrance to hyperspace can typically be found at the business end of a hyperdrive engine, usually installed in spaceships that have passed the 'Is it flashy enough?' test. Access is generally a button-push away, though sometimes accompanied by a peculiar 'whooshing' noise and a sense of impending doom.
Avoid making plans immediately after exiting hyperspace; time has a habit of being exceedingly unreliable post-travel. Also, steer clear of existential conversations with the ship's computer during the journey; it's going through enough without tackling the nature of consciousness.
There's a delightful yet unconfirmed rumor that hyperspace is actually chartreuse in color, but the speeds involved smear it to a rather unremarkable grey. Most find this disappointing and choose to believe it looks more like an eternal glitter storm.
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