Enough! Enough of this rank, recidivist, recalcitrance! This sacrilege! Oh ye of little faith, Who would even deign to look upon the face of Breadbins? Can thoust see-eth the very custard impinging the motion of thine ship? Likewise, does thoust not feel His presence in every RNG roll, in every boom 'unique & irreplaceable biowaste' mission? Surely the only thing keeping the servers up and running is His divine will, and thus by his omnipotent benevolence will we abide, and uphold the sacred ritual of devotedly tweaking a klunky great HOTAS up-a-bit, left-a-bit, steadfast in the certain knowledge that this is, against all protests of our feable worldy minds, "fun", if one so refined in purity as to suck the very soul from a brick, ever remembering that all this is but mere distraction from the celestial serenity that will cascade over us once we get spacelegs and atmospheric landings, with all sparkly procedurally-generated robo-critters and theme parks and everything! Collect tribbles to win RNG-weighted custard-thinning hull coatings! Forget all woes and cast your minds to meditations of how anything at all in ED could remotely be described as "recapturing the immediacy of the previous games", and accept the paradox, for surely, is this not superlative irony by His omnificent design? What more perfect proof of His illimitable presence could we seek, but the interminable snafus of PowerPlay or RNGineering? FD are making the game they want to make, yea, the Breadbins work in mysterious ways, and forgive us our loitering fines, getgud.