Well, the Dunes sure were something. Going through the heat and all that sand wasn't easy. Wasn't much better than the cold of Snowdin, or the musty air of the Dark Ruins, and you find that you've come to rewind all the way back to when you were back home on the surface. Sadly that is no longer true. No, you are stuck in the Underground. And you're making your way to the king. And the only way forward now is through a giant metal door that leads into an old factory. And after a few levers and switches, you see the giant pink sign. "STEAMWORKS". This is where you are. Oceans of pink coolant and machines overrun by the sad inevitability of time, all of it screams analog technology, and quite frankly begs you to shut it back down. You continue to advance, however. All the machinery can't stop you. You're going home, whether the robots here like it or not. Entering a dark metal hallway, you see some awards for engineering and the like on the wall. A name stands out. Chujin Ketsukane. And turning the corner, something BURSTS through the door.

"AXIS MODEL 014 READY TO GUARD AND PROTECT."

A robot. And not one like the ones you'd seen in sci-fi movies, this one belongs in a thriller. A thriller about the evil engineer that designed this goddamn piece of junk and how he doesn't know crap about body proportions. Square head, two pink lights for eyes, a lightbulb on top of its head, and for some damn reason, this little swirly tube coming out the top. What is it for? Who the hell knows. As this outrage of a tin can stands before you, the black heart on its chestplate shines with the little light in the room as its hands float around it with a trail of steam. This is Axis. He points at you, the little lightbulb flickering as it replicates staring at you, aiming its visors and locking you in its sights with a damning shimmer on the heart in its chest.

"INTRUDER SPOTTED. STEAMWORKS: EASTERN BRANCH. YOUR CRIMES ARE AS FOLLOWS: TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. UTILIZING MACHINERY WITHOUT PERMISSION. HUMAN."

While it's the first time the word "human" has been used as a felony to you, to him it is clearly not. His text-to-speech voice says it very matter-of-factly, the speaker blowing through the bolted holes in his face. Its wheel squeaks a little against the metal floor as he slowly approaches, slowly approaches, with a whir like that from an RC toy car every time he drifts forward just a little bit, just a little bit. And then he just drives forwards right up in your face with his finger on your chest accusingly. With no expression at all, because how would he have one? But the air around him indicates a sort of arrogance. The echo of the room can now be felt on full blast as the sentinel stands guard to the Steamworks and protects it from you. Supposedly, human scum.

"HOW DO YOU PLEAD TO THESE ALLEGATIONS?"