One. Just one satellite hovering over Mythhaler Yerssa. Try. Try to send one resource from one place to another, a line of code, just one. Try. Prevail, don’t surrender.

Try. Just one.



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The Contingency stirs. The arguments don’t stop, Nassian or River-climber or Mind. But who can stop a storm, without the water rushing in and turning it all to rust?

A vote for, a vote against.

(Keep fighting. At least you’ll be able to say you gave it your all.)