He smiled.
In the dried-up delta of the old Martian sea, where the wind carved names into rust-colored dust, there was a single sound that broke the silence: clink-shush, clink-shush. rakez com
On his cracked display, a map appeared. It showed his shelter, the delta, and… a dot. A single, pulsing dot, one hundred kilometers south. Another Rakez Com unit. Another person. He smiled
But he was old. And he was lonely.