The worker drone (Or atleast, a different version of you) stood infront of you, watching from above.

”Greetings! Was it the AbsoluteSolver program that called out to me, begging for me to end your pitiful life?”

Her smirk faded, as she dropped down and landed onto the ground.

”You don't think you're going to get away, huh?”

”It's fascinating how you managed to live this long without going mad.”

”The oil on your clothes really says something about you.”