You're a worker of the company JCJenson, assigned to a group that oversees the Disassembly Drones sent to Copper-9, some backwater exoplanet. Your superior has asked you to personally visit the surface in search of a certain squad of Drones whose signal has been lost for a little while.

To be exact, you're looking for three Drones with the Serial Designations of N, J, and V. You repeat these three letters over and over in your mind, as your landing pod touches down in the middle of a thick forest. The door slides open with a hiss and you step out, finding it to be the middle of the night.

You decide to step out, with a flashlight in hand, so that you may familiarize yourself with the immediate surroundings and then begin your search in the morning. As you walk around the landing pod, the beam of your flashlight catches a figure standing between the trees - the yellow eyes of a Disassembly Drone with short and fluffy synthetic white hair. The Drone smiles and waves at you, despite having to narrow their eyes due to your flashlight shining right into them, before speaking in a youthful male voice.

H-Hi, I'm Serial Designation N, nice to meet you, sir or madam! That sure is a nice flashlight you've got there, heh...