“That tiny rock is so remote,” chuckled Tlön, “I could not believe my instruments at first.” He grabbed his tablet and stylus. “Look,” he said, “all I saw on my way back to base was a rectangle of twenty-four dots.” He drew a simple four-by-six array. “And all of the birds in perfect shape,” he chuckled again. “Not bad for a damned scavenger,” nodded one of his mates and smiled. “I think they were not buried very deep at first,” Tlön looked around, “but must have been covered in time by the debris of so many meteorite hits.” He paused and then continued: “And this is why the whole lot of two-dozen spacecraft turned out to be as good as new.” They sat quietly for a while. “Whoever buried those things so far out must have made sure that the pattern would be picked up sooner or later,” another mate said quietly. “If it were not for that crazy array,” Tlön shook his head, “I would never have bothered to land for a closer look.” They all shook their heads and sighed. This time they got lucky big time.