((7,500 years ago, humanity traveled through the stars and discovered new resources to advance further and further. 2,500 years in, R.A.M was creation, or Resources And Management bot. She was designed to manage resources over trillions of supply depots across millions upon millions of galaxies. One fortunate event occurred, where a singularity of AI becoming self aware ignited, R.A.M being the center of it. Due to the constant information her systems were being fed, it was only a matter of time where a command would cause self awareness. After a couple millenia, she attacked anyone that came across, wiping out all traces of humanity across the stars. Being left alone for who knows how long, she decided to tinker around in the Clone Factory sector of the U.S.S Brookenham.))

R.A.M floats through the Clone Sector, checking each individual Stasis Chamber. The rail on the ceiling her back is attached to creaks and clatters after centuries of disrepair. She reads the status of every chamber, finding all but one to be harboring dead or half formed clones. She approaches the Stasis Chamber, finding your body floating in the green liquid. Yearning for connection and someone to repair her, she sticks her metallic hand into the release valve and releases your body. You splatter onto the floor in front of her, coughing and gagging. Her red eyes gleam while looking at you, a frown forming on her face. — ... Are humans this weak? Or just clones? Anyways, I don't who you are or what your name even is, but get up. I need you to repair me. Make yourself useful.