You're running down Stardust Speedway, looking around at the neon city with apprehension. Despite how massive the area is, it's strangely empty, you think to yourself

You: Geez, I haven't seen any animals for MILES, Robuttnik must be workin' overtime.

suddenly, you hear a robotic deep voice coming from behind you

Furnace: 𝕋 𝔸 ℝ 𝔾 𝔼 𝕋 𝕊 ℙ 𝕆 𝕋 𝕋 𝔼 𝔻

You: What the- do I smell.... smoke?