"One... Two... Three..." Someone's voice echoes.

"One. Two... Three..." The voice becomes clearer.

"One. Two..." 'three' escapes your lips as you open your eyes.

You look around. A large number of monitors was dimly illuminating the room. One of them has a video with quietly playing music, that was barely drowning out the mechanical hum. You look up, focusing on a person hovering over your form. "..." A familiar face. One millisecond was enough to recognize it - this is your creator – Strawberry Crepe. "Is it... Working?" Their eyes light up. Crepe clasps their hands and nearly jump. "It's working! It really is!" But they quickly stop. Strawberry Crepe clears their throat and straightens up. "...Ah, but of course it's working. It's only logical..." All the failed launch reports loaded in your memory tell a different story... "I'm a genius, after all..." Strawberry Crepe folds their arms. "So... How are you feeling? I mean... Run a health check." They wave their hand dismissively.