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		<title>Gangsir: Creating user page for new user.</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Creating user page for new user.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was once a wealthy space travelling engineer for hire.  Today that life feels like a beautiful dream from which I have been rudely awakened.  After having my engine serviced in Czech Galactic Quadrant III, I found myself behind schedule for my return to the European System and made the unfortunate decision to take the notorious short-cut through the Small Magellanic Cloud.  The problem was that the engineers had not refuelled my containment drive.  So, just like the hero of the ancient Chinese legend, Xiao Williams-Matmari, I was forced to grav-tack in order to perform a controlled crash-landing on the nearest habitable planet I could, a nothing rock in a remote and uncharted star system.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was a fifth of a lifetime ago.  When I landed, my ship was destroyed and I was forced to salvage what little I could -- mostly inert and fused hunks of metal, the charred remains of my ship&amp;#039;s hull.  The entire time, I have been alone with my thoughts and the various native lifeforms I have discovered here -- intelligent life, I suppose, but quite primitive, and not at all friendly -- slowly exploiting my broad knowledge of engineering to rebuild an entire civilization&amp;#039;s-worth of technological advancements, each layered upon the next.  Eventually I hope launch a satellite, broadcast an SOS through a nearby wormhole, and, with any luck, be rescued, and return to my family and planet.&lt;br /&gt;
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My children will be young adults, now, and probably don&amp;#039;t even remember me.  But even experiencing my strangeness to them could not possibly be worse than the incredible isolation and terror I have experienced by the light of this unremarkable planet&amp;#039;s strange sun.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Gangsir</name></author>
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