(..) The crows. The creepy place with all the crows. The soil. / We had to get out. We had no water. / And water was filth. It was sour. Then the crows came. We couldn't grow anything. Where are the others? What others? (..)

(..) Out here everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say. Now pick up what you can and run. Filth! Kill switches. I set the sequence myself. This Rig goes nowhere without me. You can get in. (..)