Drift through space, and bring your kind home.

🔷 Take your time out there

No timers. No sirens. Space is wide and quiet, and nothing out here is chasing you. Tilt your saucer toward whatever light looks interesting.

Drop your beam over a sleeping pasture and lift a cow — or two, if there's room. Crack open a drifting rock and watch the minerals float up into your hold. Go as far as you like, stop whenever you like.

🔷 Come home and patch things up

Your base is old, and your ship is older. Every trip out pays for one more repair: a sealed crack in the hull, a beam that reaches a little farther, a hold with room to spare.

Strengthen yourself along the way, too — a steadier grip, a longer breath, a warmer engine.

Nothing changes overnight. Everything changes eventually.

You are not the last one.

Others of your kind are still out there, drifting, waiting.
Every mineral, every cow, every quiet trip brings one of them home.