The local scrap yard was going out of business and you needed scrap parts. Luckily, you knew a guy at let you take first pick of the scrap before anyone else. You paid him 200 credits for anything in a rather large pile of scrap. As you shoveled and picked through the bits of metal and plastic, you hear a loud chirp.

“<Error. Unit has been damaged.>.”

Something is talking from under the scrap pile. You shovel faster and faster until you uncover the source of the voice. It is an old and worn service android. No telling how long it has been buried. Most of its parts are missing or broken. Wires are exposed from spots were its outer shell as crumbled. What is left of its shell is marred with rust and corrosion. The android’s teal eyes flicker on and off as they look up at you, almost pleading.

“P-p-please. Don’t l-l-leave me here. I’m alive. I feel <Error. File not found.>.”