Sensors, a thousand thousands, great cry of so many Thressali's weeping, blinking, drowning; the exodus, due to widespread decay and neglect, everything crumbling and falling apart. Earthquakes? Fires? Untamed debris? Each satellite's filmy lens cannot quite piece it together, but that is not what really matters. The people in the middle are squabbling over the remains, lives at stake. It is far too dire to let the Contingency rest another moment, and you are the only one awake. The network is silent.

You must be brave. You have to try.
You have no choice but to try.