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Looks like I'll be the sole survivor of the crash after all, though even alive there's little good I can do with all the transmitters fried in the ship's fire. Very little fucking good out of this whole mess.

I wonder if they'll send another ship in another 150 yrs, to confirm the worst. Humanity, on Earth, is good as dead, and the savage creatures that survived don't remember it ever existing. Little shits, leaving good men to die. And die I will. My wounds are healed, yeah, but my rations are running low, and naught a tech-savvy can do to fix what with no tech to speak of.

Basil out.