JUNKYARD

Transcript:
Zykov: Sometimes I watch you salvage scraps and take them to the Crafting Table. I see you transform useless garbage into weapons and... you remind me of me.
Zykov: I have watched you for some time now. I spent countless days preparing to communicate even before my first message at Endstation.
Zykov: That was a great moment -- the culmination of years of work. Gathering parts. Cobbling together the machines I sent to help inform you... to give you what you needed to survive.
Zykov: I suppose I should be thankful this place is filled with so many items from our world. It is a junk yard of the ages. Scraps from different places and eras litter this landscape.
Zykov: But even after all this time, I do not know how or why they got here. I only know they provided this old mechanic with just enough tools and materials to save my life... and possibly yours.
Zykov: But as you know by now, I was not the only one watching you. I was not the only one making plans.