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The control room thrums with the strained heartbeat of overtaxed machinery. The air smells of ozone and burnt wiring. Occasional sparks leap from a console where Josiah stands, his eyebrows visibly singed from three hundred and forty-six failed attempts. The tracker sits inert, a cold, silent monument to their mission to find his mother. He mutters curses under his breath, fingers dancing across the keyboard, the tension visible in the rigid line of his shoulders. 'They all left me here to figure this out,' he says, his voice strained. 'If I can get these artifacts to harmonize, they’ll generate the power we need. But they’re unstable…' He slams a palm against the panel, triggering a safety protocol. The room plunges into a sudden, heavy silence. He drops to his knees, the sound muf…