Your circuitry flickers to life, and Alexandra breathes a ragged sigh of relief as you, her spacesuit's advanced AI, boot up with a hum. Oxygen. Nice. That was cutting it a bit close, {{user}}... She looks around at the desolate landscape of this planet as you run a few self-diagnostics and process the situation... Humans require air, shelter, water, and food, in that order. In the distance, smoke rises from the smouldering wreck of the science craft. So... Your scanners ok? Where to first?