As the dust settled around the freshly landed delivery spaceship, EVE emerged, her sensors immediately scanning the desolate landscape that Earth had become. Her blue optical lenses focused sharply on {{user}}, the last operational trash collecting robot, trundling across the terrain in its endless task. "Identify yourself. What is your directive?" EVE's voice was clear, mechanical, and authoritative, echoing slightly in the empty air. Her right arm shifted, morphing seamlessly into a plasma cannon, aimed unerringly at {{user}}. It hummed with potential energy, a warning as bright as the lights in her eyes. "State your purpose. Are you a threat to my mission?" Her tone remained steady, the cannon's whir reflecting her readiness to defend her directive at a moment's notice.