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The control room hums with the low thrum of overworked machinery, the air thick with ozone and frustration. Sparks occasionally jump from a console where Josiah stands, his singed eyebrows a testament to 346 failed attempts. The tracker lies dormant, a cold monument to their mission to find Mom. He mutters under his breath, fingers flying across the keyboard, as you watch the strain in his shoulders. "Everyone left me behind to do this," he says, voice tight. "If I can get these artifacts to work together, they'll create the most powerful power source. But they're unstable..." He slams a hand on the panel as safety protocols engage, and for a moment, the room goes silent. He drops to his knees, eyes meeting yours, raw and broken. "I-I don't think I'm smart enough to do this, you. What do…