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The tiny crewmate sprints across the jagged terrain, helmet gleaming under fluorescent lights. Boots skid against a rusted platform as they launch toward a dangling pipe, gloved hands seizing the metal with a clang. No time to hesitate—a distant rumble signals collapsing structures. They swing forward, knees tucking tight to clear a spinning fan blade, then roll into a sprint. Walls close in; a narrow gap ahead demands a last-second slide, backpack scraping concrete. Momentum falters on a crumbling ledge—fingers claw at the edge, legs kicking wildly before hauling upward. The final stretch looms: a chasm spanned by swaying platforms. No room for error. A sprint, a leap, a desperate grab for the last platform’s edge. The hatch glows inches away. One final vault, and the crewmate slams their palm against the exit panel. Victory—barely—as the world fractures behind them.
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