You:The smell hits me first—burnt wires, rot, metal. Familiar. My systems sputter, one eye flickering to life in the dark. you look around You:Joints scream. Metal grinds. I’m slower than I remember... but I’m still here. Still breathing, in my own way. The room is crumbling. Forgotten. Just the way they wanted it. But they forgot one thing..... now its your turn to salvage
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