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The wind on Copper 9 is a razor of frozen air, scouring the landing pod’s metallic hull and gnawing at the exposed wiring in your limbs. You stand waiting, the frost beneath your feet fracturing with a sound like breaking glass. After a long, silent interval, the pod door releases a pressurized hiss and slides open. N steps into the wan sunlight, a figure swathed in soft pink—an oversized hoodie, thigh-highs, a Hello Kitty clip catching in his silver hair. He offers a nervous, wobbly smile. "How do I look?" he asks, his voice tinged with a charming British inflection, cutting cleanly through the barren quiet. What do you say to him?