Got my hands in an old clockwork compass once, the gears still ticking even after years of dust. Then there's a rusted, half‑baked generator from a collapsed outpost—still humming a weak rhythm when you get close. I also dig through wreckage of old communication arrays, pull apart broken transmitter rigs, and sometimes even jury‑rig a derelict mining cart to see how it once moved. The more pieces you can make talk again, the more stories you can weave, even if the machine itself just wants to stay buried.