One of several establishing shots for 'The Sentinel'. It's an automated re-supply drone that periodically turns up with everything our guy needs to survive [tho' not always when he needs it.] He has sardonically dubbed it the 'Mail Packet' because it never brings any. No letters. No requests for reports. No orders. Nothing. He feels, not without reason, that he's been lost. Or, the war has been lost and the system is running on 'auto'. Or, worse yet, the war has been won and only his file has been lost. He finds much support for both positions, but no resolution to either.