“Is this recording? Ok lights on. Yeah! It is day thirty-eight.”

“No, Jirok, it’s thirty-six.”

“No, Niz, we agreed to include the days we were still capsulated. It’s thirty-eight. Plus, this is my transmission anyway, so screw off. Ok, starting over. It’s day thirty-eight. Captain Jirok here. The planet of transmission is known as… Mars, planet code 7943D. The mission is failing. There is no life here. A nearby planet called Arth looks promising, but as of right now we can’t fly. The cargo has escaped and until detained again we are stranded here. If you can hear this message, we need your help. End transmission.”