A second voice interrupted, cutting off the controller. "Pleiades, this is
Station Commander Perez. Prepare to receive emergency telemetry."
"Affirmative." Teresa swallowed, knowing what this meant. She felt Mark
lean past her to make sure the ship's datasuck boxes were operating at top
speed. In that mode they recorded every nuance for one purpose only, so
endangered spacers could obey rule number one of their trade . . .
*Let the next guy know what killed you.*
-- David Brin, "Earth"