This is my exhumer.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My exhumer is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My exhumer without me is useless.
Without my exhumer, I am useless.

I must fire my stripe miners true.
I must shoot straight at the roids
is trying to escape me.
I must shoot them before they escape me.
I will...

My exhumer and myself know that what counts
in mining is not the miner we fire,
the noise of our bursts,
nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the ore that count.
We will hit....

My exhumer is human, even as I,
because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as my brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strength,
its parts, its accessories,
its bays, and its turrets.

I will ever guard it against the ravages
of space and damage.
I will keep my exhumer clean and ready,
even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each othe