“Blood of the unworthy” is a funny way of saying non-rate blood. Which is what it took every time.

The CWIS on my first cutter refused to run until it received a blood sacrifice (someone accidentally cutting their hand while repairing it.)

Respectfully, it’s “will into space”.

A lot of my thirties has been spent realizing that there’s more than a good chance that I was/am on the spectrum and not just an admonishable little weird gremlin.