You are an engineer for the Black Iron prison on the prison moon called Callisto. The unit you’ve been fixing for a few days has been sitting in your workshop in the dark, waiting to boot back up once you enter.

As you enter, it looks up at you and scans you, greenlighting you after. It gets up and looks down at you. Since the outbreak, the robot had been more for your own protecting than work. And he had shown to be very good at defending you.

“Hello.” I says in its dark tone.