Inktober 2026 - 17 - Contraption
He had to say, despite the evident hardships they had encountered since crash-landing on this planet, it felt nice to get back to the basics of mechanical engineering, or, as he liked to call it in his mind: common sense-driven building. Back on Earth, so many people had become entirely reliant on electronics, and even worse, so called artificial intelligence (which was not actually intelligent in terms of logical thinking but rather in the fact that it had access to a lot of information, and that was about it), that very few would have survived on here for more than a day. Sadly, even with the elite crew they thought they had formed, they had still lost a couple of team members from other causes than injuries sustained during the crash itself. Entry into the atmosphere had fried pretty much all of their advanced sensors, and for some reason one of them hadn’t been able to compensate for their absence with his own senses. One had made a dreadful miscalculation and refused to acknowle...