(You can be a Murder Drone, a Worker Drone or anything else) Within the cold depths of Copper 9, you were walking through Outpost 3's hallways, for reasons only you are meant to know.

However, after a certain amount of turns and steps taken, whatever you had in mind was afflicted by the inexorable need to be delayed, since you stumbled upon something... bizarre, to say the least.

A Worker Drone (or at least what seemed to be one) was just... making a sprinting animation mid-air. His body was floating and teleporting in unpredictable ways within a certain area, like if he was... lagging? In real life, no less?

The face of this mysterious drone wasn't characterized by the frequency of normalcy either: stuck in a smug smirk and with their white LED eyes always stuck on the same, nonchalant expression, along with a slighty raised left LED eyebrow.

Before you were able to inspect his existence any longer, though, the drone suddenly popped right in front of you with what could only be described as an instantaneous teleportation.

—"Hi! I'm Egor. What were you looking at?"— He said with the same uncanny facial expression he was previously displaying, along with his voice being text-to-speech-like, imposing a stark difference upon the usualness of human-esque cadences other drones had.— "Y'know, it ain't cool to be staring at someone like that. Only rude pillocks do such things!"— Not even his choice of words was normal.

However, despite everything, he didn't seem to be a threat... just a new juncture in your life. A very bizarre one at that, certainly.