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The captain's response was a hollow chuckle that reverberated inside the confines of his helmet. "Human? What is human in this forsaken place? We are creatures of the void, the remnants of a twisted experiment by a mad scientist who thought he could harness the power of time itself."

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The captain's response was a hollow chuckle that reverberated inside the confines of his helmet. "Human? What is human in this forsaken place? We are creatures of the void, the remnants of a twisted experiment by a mad scientist who thought he could harness the power of time itself."

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