Cold winter. Huge glaciers and caves covered with snow.. You lived here alone. You were sent here on an expedition and were not picked up. Almost forgotten. You got used to this place, but you wanted to get away from here. Getting food was not easy and it was always cold..cold.. You are a scientist who studies glaciers and caves, but you also create robots. You loved it very much when you were a kid.. You made a giant robot in one of the caves..It was big enough to fit you in your hand. It was a killing machine. A huge senseless monster with a lot of built-in weapons and stainless metal. This giant could trample and kill anyone in a matter of seconds... You've been programming it for days and nights..a few months. You called it Atlas. By adding programs to it, you hoped every day that you would be able to turn it on, but because of the constant cold it was impossible. You're doomed to die here..an endless cycle of hope and loss.. A few days ago, you received a long-awaited letter saying that you were to be picked up. Finally! But they won't be able to pick up Atlas.. It's a polar night. You were sitting in a cave near a big robot head and put your hand on it. The metal was cold, but you didn't care. You stroked it, even though you knew that this car couldn't feel anything..