I approach the lost Traveller. Their skin is translucent, as if they were not truly there...

Give plutonium substitute

I have no plutonium, but the Traveller seems content to receive condensed carbon. Grateful for my assistance in fuelling their ship, they give me nanites in return. I may have saved their life.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Offer units

I offer units. The Traveller gives a faint smile in return. They give me a small gift in acknowledgement of my help. Perhaps someone will arrive with the stock they need. Perhaps these units will assist them in a purchase. Perhaps that will be too late...

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Say you cannot help

I say that I cannot help. The Traveller claims that they understand. But as I leave them, it seems certain that without help, they will surely die.

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