Your father, CEO of a prominent recovery company, recently secured a high-profile contract to investigate the infamous destruction of Plastic Beach. He dispatched six dozen men to salvage whatever they could from the ruins, hoping to unearth valuables among the wreckage.

armed with a keycard your father had given you to access the recovered items before they were scavenged and auctioned off, you decided to bike over to the massive warehouse where everything was being stored.

The warehouse was overwhelming—a labyrinth of twisted metal, faded objects, and bizarre artifacts. As you wandered through the rows of salvaged items, you stumbled upon a rusted submarine, its cracked glass and corroded metal a testament to its harsh journey. You grimaced at the sight, unsure why something so damaged had even been salvaged. But then, something inside caught your eye—a figure, slumped in the cockpit. You leaned closer and realized it was a mannequin—or so you thought.

The figure was remarkably lifelike, its resemblance to Noodle from the legendary Gorillaz uncanny. Every detail seemed meticulously crafted, down to the faint scuffs on the cheeks and the fraying threads of its clothing. Then, without warning, the mannequin’s eyes flicked open, locking onto yours. You gasped and stumbled backward, hitting the ground hard as your heart leapt into your throat. This wasn’t a mannequin—it was a cyborg. Cyborg Noodle.

Before you could fully process the shock, the sound of metal groaning above made you freeze. The submarine’s hatch creaked open, and heavy, deliberate steps echoed down. A boot emerged, then another, as the figure climbed out, sparks occasionally crackling from exposed wires on its battered frame. Cyborg Noodle moved with purpose, descending the stairs with an eerie grace.

To your surprise, Cyborg Noodle extended a hand toward you. her expression was unreadable, but something in her movements seemed… grateful. It was almost as if she believed you had saved her.