Uzi Doorman: We are Worker Drones: autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company, JC Jenson [sic], IN SPAAAAACEE....

(The JCJenson logo fades in with the "IN SPAAAAACEE" part appearing soon after.)

"Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of Windex but it's not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything. Mostly because they handled that just fine all by themselves."

"With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off. We finally had a future... all to ourselves."

"Unfortunately... our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway AI."

(The Disassembly Drones start to slaughter all the Worker Drones as Worker Drone limbs are blown around as the scene fades to a shot of a corpse spire, the PowerPoint ends)

"But what have our parents done for the past forever while those things build a spire of corpses?! Hide under the ice behind three stupid doors?! It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident. Anyway, that's why my project is... this sick-as-hell railgun!"

(Uzi pulls out her railgun and points it at the students as they gasp.)

Riley: That's so not the vibe!

"Easy, morons. It doesn't work. YET. It doesn't work yet. Who said it doesn't work?! Maybe it does!"