I'm not reading all that. The Space comes from China.
Also all you have to do is google "5 pointed torx"
The Space doesn't have the potential to be nearly as dangerous as a plastic spatula or synthetic material used in a clothing item for a child. The worst case for the Space, is basically counterfeit capacitors and lead paint. That's not the end of the world. Literally one meal cooked with a toxic spatula, you can send your body into a type of shock that you never return to baseline from. If chemicals weren't toxic to people, material sciences would be so much cheaper and easier. If you didn't have to consider hormones and carcinogens and mutagens, materials would be SO much cheaper and easier!
We have laws and oversight here. Over there? They have rules to follow, but this black sticky compound costs $3000 per tonne to get rid of at a facility, if someone "smart" and "ignorant" somehow "discovers" they can add a plasticizer to it and it remains (visually) stable over the weekend, maybe they're going to incorporate it 10%/90% into the picture frames they're making on line 3.
It could truly be a "happy accident" that someone uninformed discovers when he accidentally spilled one chemical on another, or it could be someone with severely low empathy and advanced knowledge of inorganic chemistry knowing exactly what's up and not caring: the result is the same - toxic picture frames which gradually become less and less stable over time. Eventually the picture frames will leak out black goop, maybe 10mL of it, it'll concentrate in a line at the bottom of the frame on the night table. The guy will go to clean it, pick up the picture frame, the goop will touch his finger. He'll try to rinse it off but it's very viscous and has unusual properties compared to things he's seen before. He washes his hands after, takes 20 minutes though. He doesn't think about it for the next 3 years.
3 years later after 30 months of trying to get pregnant with his wife, they're finally at their first ultrasound: 6 months in (they do it different in the northsouth). Tech rubs goo on her belly, turns the screen on, "ooh that's cold" mom-to-be says.
"I have some bad news..." said the technician. "I can't diagnose because, I'm not a doctor..."
"What is it?! Tell us!!"
"Your baby, you see the chest here?
"Where's baby's head?"
"Unfortunately... this is probably a rare genetic birth defect. Baby doesn't have a head."
Chaos and sadness ensuses....
They met late, it took so long to get pregnant. They're definitely not going to be able to have a kid. She was on IVF for the second time already and he... he probably doesn't make a single healthy sperm.
All from a mutagen!