Ah, sorry, scrubber caps are something we have where I'm from--mushrooms that eat radiation. Stations and larger ships grow them in the outer hull and around the power core, as a supplemental food source and an early warning sign for leaks.

*Inspired by a real thing. At the description of societal collapse, Samus nods. She's heard stories like that before.*

I wish I could say stories like that aren't common.

*The expression of desire for a "strong" prosthetic sends a twitch of amusement tugging at Samus' lips before she locks it down.*

I don't imagine strength will be a problem. Or there are people who can grow your arm back, if you'd rather.

*By this time, they've reached the Nexus Library. A humble, unassuming brick building (at least, this side of it is), its doors open on a sheltered foyer, which in turn opens on... far too large a space, packed with orderly shelves, to fit in the building outside. An enormous owl sits at a desk, reading, and gives the pair only a brief glance at their entry.*