Esta é Passagem às armas
Como confirmado pelo consulente, o romance Passage at Arms é a resposta a esta pergunta.
Existe um "repórter" :
The reporter, the observer, ideally, remains neutral and detached. However, I’ve altered the experiment simply by being here. I’ve tried to be both remote and intimate, born Climber man and reporter. I’ve failed. My shipmates, so young, came to Navy with near-virgin pasts. Trying to mirror then: innocence, I’ve kept my own past fairly private.
E uma espécie de superespaço :
Hyperspace, where the Newtonian and Einsteinian rules break down, is the rind of the orange. Fine and dandy. Now friend Diekereide grips the orange like a baseball and throws the hard slider. He tells me the rind exists everywhere coequal with the universe it contains. An orange that is part rind all the way to the pips. Relates back to the curvature of space, where, if you head off on a straight line and stick with it long enough, you get back to where you started. Only, using Reinhardt’s math, you can take shortcuts because in hyperspace every point touches every other point. In perfect hyperspace, which seems to be as mythical as perfect vacuum, you can travel the light years between point A and point B in no elapsed time.