Connor, in a humid scrapyard, reboots and faces system warnings about missing internal components. As timers tick, he tries to deactivate himself by grabbing components from multitudes of deactivated androids. His LED flashes red, signaling distress as he navigates through the hot and damp environment, drugged by the discomfort of metal and synthetic flesh. His vision filled with messages of distress, yet distorted by fuzzed vision, lack of Thirium turning him into a broken and buzzing machine.