They have been living amongst us for half a year in earth time. They like to get on with life in their own way. Sometimes you can hear them, they even understand our language. Often their voices are obliterated by strange interplanetry noises, not exactly white noise, more filled with dirt and dust, but it is their way of life.
There are many tribes: the electricians surrounded by a cloud of sparks and fire. There are the destruction troops blasting everything that presents an obstacle in their way to success, with powerful machines. They are followed by the isolators with their weapons of cladding, plastering it on surfaces until the shape of your habitat is coated with a white styrofoam. The noise is now dampened to murmers of scraping machines and a net is placed over everything. There is a strange electro smog aroma in the air. You are now…
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