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No ground power, no air power
He sits crouched, with the sleeves of his sand shirt rolled just beneath each elbow and a screwdriver in hand. A pair of yellow-lensed glasses are perched atop the bridge of his nose, protecting his concentrated gaze. With each rotation of his wrist, the screwdriver turns, its bright orange handle a stark contrast to the white of his skin.
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