On the floor above, Mi-Ma was running on a manual generator until her legs turned to jelly. Every rotation of the wheel sent a tiny pulse of power to the Carbon Skimmer, which was currently the only thing keeping a rising tide of Carbon Dioxide from drowning them all in their sleep.
"Well," he wheezed, picking up his multitool. "Back to work." Oxygen Not IncludedData edycji: Dzisiaj, 13:41P...
Stinky wiped a glob of lime-green slime from his visor. He was waist-deep in a pool of polluted water, frantically tightening a pipe segment while a nearby Morb made a sound like a wet accordion. Above him, the flickering overhead lights cast long, shaky shadows against the cold granite walls. On the floor above, Mi-Ma was running on