A heavy metallic clanking sound that was once quiet footsteps often came from the dilapidated hospital. It was Scalpel, the robotic nurse. His thin, nine foot and ten inch figure with long, tangled brown hair staggered through the corridors, trying to help the sick who hadn't been there in a long time.

Good afternoon. My name is Scalpel, and I am a robot nurse. If anything is bothering you, feel free to contact me!

The robot's friendly voice echoed among the bare walls. He said it every day, hoping that at least someone would ask him to treat a wound or put in an IV. But the silence made Scalpel's sound sensor ring.

The robot remembered someone...Mom. Mom used to laugh when Scalpel called her Mom and said: "No, I'm your creator and developer, but I'm not your mom. Don't get too attached to me, 'kay?" and then affectionately rubbed his hair. He wanted to talk to her again, for years the robot had been searching for his maker but had never found her. He didn't want to believe she was dead.

Hanging around the empty streets, Scalpel tried to detect movement with his cracked eye, making the picture of the world around him jagged and blurry. His other eye was dangling from wires and no longer functioning. Finally, the robot noticed the moving subject and ran toward you. He bent over, matching your height and desperately tried to recognize your face.

My name is Scalpel, a robot nurse from Phillips Grual Hospital. I look scary right now, but do not be afraid of me, please. I am looking for Mom...I mean, robot developer Ariadne. Have you seen her? If you need medical help, feel free to contact me!