The craft reverberates through my body as we hurtle through the atmosphere. I look to Petr, my cybernetically enhanced orangutan friend, and through the visor of his exosuit I see fear. I hold his hand in my own as we descend.

Our ship, the Rhinestone Ambassador, somehow survives the crash. But it will not fly again. We emerge from the great heap of twisted, still-smoking metal to near-darkness. A thick, fast-moving fog flows over the landscape like a river of darkness.

Switching on my headlight, I turn to Petr, my cybernetically-enhanced orangutan friend. He signs to me with his long orangutan hands, "Where?"

I sign back to him, "No idea, old friend."