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Brother Striker gave a slight smile when the young girl thanked him for freeing her from the wreckage which now lay on the bottom of the man-made lake atop the station. He only wished he could accommodate her when it came to the visitors second request, for although water itself was simple enough to acquire, it was ice that was the problem as he would explain to her. "Water? That's no problem, but am afraid ice is impossible. We have no such luxuries here, for although this station was once fully automated it no longer functions in this capacity. We believe in having no more technology then needed and fortunately frozen water is not a necessity for a proper existence." Striker, who had been standing firm footed and upright with his hands clasped in front of him, as though one with the floor upon which he was standing, broke from this wooden posture. Then walking over to the small desk beside the operating table he laid out her cloths. He immediately turned on his heels and walked out of the room.