"Why the hell is everything so freaking white in here?" asked the gang member in exasperation. "Walls, floors, ceilings, doors--shoot, boy--white paint cheap where you come from, or what?"
This was a tough question to answer, but Trell did his best. Keeping to the most basic of terms, he told the gang about hyperspace, and he covered the relationship between colors and velocity in that weird non-dimension. He kept mathematics out of the discussion entirely and described things as simply as he could, but it still took him quite a while to cover everything. Throughout his speech, the alien's translator remained silent. When he was finished, it spoke to the waiting street gang using the most advanced scientific terms they could understand.
"Big juju," declared the box on Trell's belt. "Much magic. Ship no fly fast, if not white."
Blandly, the Bloody Deckers accepted this information and returned to their examination of the control room.
Trell was stunned beyond words. Impossible! The entire theory of chromatic space travel boiled down to two sentences? /Gak!/ The technician quickly reversed his opinion of the [Earthlings]. Obviously, they were nowhere near as primitive as he had originally believed.

[Illegal Aliens, by Nick Pollotta and Phil Foglio, p. 110.]