Malfunction in the C-7 compartment

Jake rubbed his eyes tiredly and picked up his trusty wrench. Two years at this station had taught him a lot, but he had never seen anything like it. In the dark storeroom of compartment C-7, among a pile of spare parts and dust-covered containers, stood BIO—7, a humanoid android for organic recycling.

"So how did you get here, buddy?" Jake muttered, cautiously moving closer.

The robot jerked with sudden, unnatural movements. Sparks were pouring out of his left shoulder, and the LEDs on his face were flashing erratically—red, blue, red again. Jake knew that BIO-7 was supposed to be working in the biofuels laboratory on the fifth level, but no one had seen him for a week. As well as the technical staff who looked after him.