You visit the exterior observation room. Snow peacefully blankets the planet outside, making the near-empty planet your outpost sits on shine in soft, chilly white. Within, you and your friends are warm and safe, happy despite the small space. Your crew sleeps peacefully. The Company might as well not exist.

After all that happened, you're okay. The frontier isn't on fire here, nor does the Egregore feast.

RedDwarf: Write "NUKED" on the map of the station.