An exosuit lies slumped against the control panel, the pilot who wore it long since departed.

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The suit's data logs report an ordinary and somewhat familiar life of intergalactic trade, moving from system to system, building funds for upgrades to assist in making even more money. As if the goal of life were to increase a single number...

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Access databanks

I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable. As I leave, the exosuit appears to shift slightly. I scan it, but nothing else happens.

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