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"Fixed," Rez panted. "The logic circuit didn't trip the pressure regulator. We need to rewrite the MIPS code for the atmospheric IC housing."

"Pressure stabilized," Rez’s voice crackled over the comms. "Get the ore in the centrifuge, Alex. If we don’t get this steel production automated by nightfall, the heaters are going to fail." Stationeers РїРѕ сети

Alex watched through the reinforced glass as the atmospheric room filled with white frost, then suddenly cleared as the gas screamed out into the thin atmosphere. Rez stood outside in the dark, his headlamp cutting through the ice crystals. "Fixed," Rez panted

Alex laughed, a tired but satisfied sound. "Tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy the air while we have it." "Get the ore in the centrifuge, Alex

Alex lugged the heavy crates of iron and coal toward the furnace room. The base was a chaotic web of insulated pipes—green for oxygen, red for volatiles, and yellow for the waste gases they were desperately trying to scrub. "We’ve got a blowout!" Alex yelled suddenly.