53.2

As you carefully make your way over the moss-dappled stones strewn near the Fractured Wall, you hear a faint series of beeps and grunts. Squinting, you spot a hunched figure intently studying a collapsed chunk of the Fractured Wall. As you approach and get ready to introduce yourself, he spins around to face you.

“—clearly mid to late twenty-second century design, if you look at the interlacing carbon microfibers in the stone! You agree?” You pause, unsure if he’s addressing you or himself. He grins. “Well? What do you think?” Confused but intrigued, you take a look for yourself.

Clear Silaro with  to ask him about his research.