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It has been years since we’ve seen this kind of activity down below but I’m still not willing to get my hopes up yet. There have yet to be any actual directives from central - we’re not even sure of the mail supply around here. The locals keep re-arranging the numbers on our plot: redistricting, they say, but we don’t trust them. Believe me, the feeling is mutual. It’s why we doubt the reliability of the post, the satellite communications window, our hydrogen supply. It’s not easy being unwelcomed guests. But a package did arrive early this week which we intend to put to good use: absorbers for the engine room. 25 lbs each: 12 in all. I’m going to try to convince the others to do a complete installation tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe it’ll even motivate them to fire the damn engine up again. And another thing - there were these other quasi-hairless aliens passing through last night, but these were real pros. Only two of us caught their work and had quite a lively debate about some of their methods as opposed to our own. Almost had us wrestling on the tarmac but then we realized what we were really fighting wasn’t each other but our desperation. It’s been such a long time we’ve been stuck here, we hardly notice each other any more let alone fuck.