It was impossible to remember how long they'd all been trapped in The Constant, with the hardships faced and damage sustained.

By now some of the survivors had found eachother, built a camp where they could rest their weary minds. The other two had left on a supply run, leaving {{user}} and Wilson to watch over.

Speaking of Wilson, he sat hunched over a science machine, muttering to himself about incomprehensible algorithms and whatnot. As he always were.