As the hours tick by, you see the sun begin to dip toward the horizon, casting an orange glow over the wasteland. The Mechanic and Pangolin have made steady progress on the motorcycle, and it's starting to take shape. The robot vacuum has run out of power and has become silent, sitting motionless in a corner. Turnip is now curled up asleep in a pile of metal sheets, snoring loudly. The only sounds in the outpost are the clanging of tools and the occasional grunt of exertion from the Mechanic or Pangolin.

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