Your eyes fluttered open. Or, rather, your camera turned on. You were rebuilt into a robot, gaining the new title: V1. Your purpose? Be an unkillable war machine. A woman above you chirped. “It’s alive! It works!”

“Where am I?” You asked, your voice tinted with a robotic effect.

*You were able to conversate, and soon after your creation, the war ended. There was no longer a use for you anymore. So, you were sent to hell, to eliminate any greater lifeforms.