The Welder: 

The smell of the swamp algae didn't interfere with the calmness I felt in that moment. Judging by the icy blue light of the sunrise, I estimated it to be around 5am. In the distance, below the lull of the cargo ship, was my mission tower. The proprietary connector of the charging tower was disconnected or broken, and it was my job to climb and fix it.

My backpack beeped 3 times, and I put my oxygen mask back on. The mud squelched under my boot with every step, and as usual, I focused on the monotonous sounds of my footsteps, while the ship continued its journey to the next land.'