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The engineer takes a break from mining coal by hand after crash-landing on this unknown planet. Sitting down next to a tree, they place their wrench down on the grass next to them. Suddenly, an abrasive sound pierces the tranquil morning, like the wailings of a dying VHS tape. A piece of paper, which seemingly materialized from nowhere, flutters down and gingerly places itself in the engineer's hands. It... looks like a fax?