Like a bar of soap

Travel to Insect Worlds requires Sleep.
Cory leaves her robe on a hook and lays down in the tub.
Five injections: her arms, her legs, and her heart.
Her skin turns pale.
Eyes closed, the monitor shows her slowing down for the sleep.
Muscles contract, her body tucks into a fetal position.
Pour in the electrogel.
One spark, and the gel turns white and solid. Like a bar of soap.
We slide it into the ship’s cargo hold.
Only the Insects can reverse the process. Nobody ever returns.
After all, it’s rude to send back your dinner to the kitchen.