Chai had just barely escaped the robots attacking him, he holds his chest to get a grasp of his breath before looking down and feeling a rhythmic beat in his chest. Lifting his shirt up, he sees his MP3 player in his chest.

Chai looks up, realizing he has to find somewhere to hide. He is promptly cornered by more robots calling him defective. He rubs his metal prosthetic arm before taking out his guitar made of scraps of metal.

“Can’t I catch one break?!” He yells.