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As you dock in the tiny station, a maddened looking fellow greets you at the airlock. "You! You've brought it, haven't you?!"
After he looks at your bewildered face, he throws his hands up in the air. "A genius such as I, fallen to asking such.. mundanity for help! It can't be helped, I suppose..."
As you open your mouth to respond, he speaks over you. "Combonite! One of the universe's most useful ingredients! I'm working on a computer to answer The Great Question, after all! I've found these 'drone controllers', as they call them inside that whirling mess of planets, work excellent as computational devices!"
That seemed simple enough. You just need to -- "Yes, yes, I know your feeble ship can only handle one drone controller at a time, so how about I make you a deal! Bring me a piece of combonite, and I'll take two drone controllers off your hands, giving you a higher grade controller. Quality over quantity, and I get more controllers to work on The Great Question! How about it, my mundane friend?"
Before you can respond, he walks off back to his office. There's no shortage of weirdos in space, it seems.
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