Kaelen smiled, a thin, cracked-lip expression. “This ‘relic,’” he said, tapping the Pioneer, “has seen eleven Martian winters, three micrometeorite punctures, and one incident involving a very angry Borealis worm. It still calibrates to point-zero-zero-three microns.”
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