Isaack looked into the inky black of the monitor that sat before him; he sighed, now observing his feet on the floor. He was still upset that the A.I. would not be honest to him and instead got upset and decided to shut itself off, but he knew that he should apologize to it even if he believed that he was right and even if it was just a robot—although, to him, she was not just a robot; instead, she was something smarter and something that had true sentience.

He stood up from his chair and left his hut; as he passed by the grave that he had just made he felt a saddening feeling, almost as though he wished that he could of done something to save her, but instead all he could do was bury her on a planet that she did not even get to see the surface of. Deciding to pass by the grave, Isaack walked along the dry sands of the beach, looking up into the sky. It was dark out, and the Moon gave little light—however, the stars in the night sky flickered in and out, also giving little amounts of light. Isaack was illuminated by the minute light that came down from the sky, and because of this he could barely see in front of him; he used the sounds around him to navigate the shore, hearing the ocean, knowing that it was on his right, and hearing the leaves that moved in the wind to his left. Walking in the direction that the ship came, Isaack continued onward, having his eyes eventually adjust to the environment around him, giving him the ability to see in the twilight. The Moon rose up behind him, as a long time ago it had chosen to encircle the Earth in whatever path it wanted.

When he came up to the ship, Isaack went back inside of it and grabbed the white crate that he had left behind; the crate was quite heavy, so he had to take multiple breaks in between his trek back to his hut and campfire. Once he came to his hut again, he went into the dense jungle and came to the area that had the tent-like structure. He set the crate down near the tent, beginning to take down the building that he had erected a while ago. Isaack took the crate into the now open area—he put it in the center and took a moment to rest, sitting adjacent to it. Isaack stood up and looked around himself, making sure that the area was a large enough space for whatever he was about to do. He flipped a tiny lever that was on the top side of the crate and, with a quick whirring sound, two opposite sides of the box came out of place and fell to the ground, but they were still connected, for they were similar to a trapdoor. The other two sides came off too, and one of them held onto the top section of the crate; when all of this was over, a tarp-covered cube sat in the center of the flattened skeleton of the container.

The object in the center was dark blue—it was wrapped up by a black cord and it looked almost like it was in the shape of a gift box. The tarp that it was folded up looked like it was made of leather or some other material that was similar to the consistency of plastic or rubber. Atop the object was a button that seemed to fit in between the cords that wrapped around it; the odd item appeared to be holding something that was extremely compact.

Isaack pushed in the button and quickly stepped away from the object, almost acting like he was hiding from it. The box’s cords were released from the button mechanism, and since the pressure from the cords was gone, the tarp that it was wrapped in was released and unfolded onto the ground. Now that the tarp was gone the object that it was concealed was revealed, and before one was able to actually study what was inside it inflated; the compact object was released from its prison, causing the entire thing to expand to its original size and magnitude. What was once compressed was now revealed; although Isaack knew what would be inside and he knew that it would expand almost twenty times the size of the crate, Isaack jumped back when it was released all of the way. The compressed object was now expanded into a reusable shelter.

Before Isaack had ever been trapped on Earth he had seen a common advertisement on densely populated planets that were covered in cityscapes: they were for a special, compressible and reusable shelter that could be stored on any sort of spacecraft. Isaack recalled this; he was able to remember the exact music that would play any time the advertisement played and he could recall the same voice that was used for it, although he could barely remember what it said.

The shelter was in the shape of a cube, much like the crate that it came from. It was perfectly white with a silver, metallic frame; windows were cut out in the sides, made up of glass that had an artificial blue tint to it. On one side of the structure there was a built-in electric battery—but, of course, it had no energy stored inside of it. Atop the building were two, blue solar panels; they resembled the same look as the ones that were out in the abandoned city, yet they had a much more “advanced” look to them, what with the white trim instead of blue trim and unsegmented sections on its surface. At the front of it there was a submarine-like door that had the same sort of window in it as the windows on the other walls; at the bottom of the door frame was a set of small, stainless steel stairs that touched the ground so that if someone were to go to enter it they would not have to jump up into the doorway. The door also had a metallic handle on it that was in the shape of a rectangle.

Isaack walked up to the pale door and looked into the window on it; the view of the inside of the tiny building was obscured by the blue tint. He put his hand on the smooth, metal handle, feeling its perfectly circular shape. Pulling on the handle, the door slowly opened as it slipped out of place—light poured out of the door, much like when he opened the door to the spacecraft and he could see what the inside of the structure was like. There was a purely white bed that was built into one of the corners of the room; however, it was only a mattress, and he saw that there was a closet on the adjacent wall that was also perfectly white. When he opened the door to the closet he saw no clothes inside—instead, there was a clear, plastic bag that was about as big as his waist. He immediately unzipped it and when he did so—much like the structure—a pillow popped out of the bag, for all of the air that was inside of the bag was sucked out so that the pillow could be easily fit inside of it. Underneath the bag was a set of folded-up sheets and a blanket; all of the items that were fit inside of the closet were obviously for the bed, as it was devoid of any sort of accessories. Isaack made the bed with the also perfectly white sheets, blanket, and pillow that he had taken from the closet and when he finished he laid down on the bed. It was almost like his entire body relaxed instantly, getting rid of any sort of stress or cramping that he was experiencing. The soft blankets felt so good on his skin, and the actual mattress was amazing on his back, for he had only slept on a mattress that he made of leaves until then. From this great relief, Isaack fell into a state of slumber, at which he slept until the morning came.