The metallic symphony of the Alloy Graveyard scrapyard echoes under a permanently hazy sky. Towers of discarded appliances, car frames, and decommissioned android parts stretch towards the smog. You're here looking for a specific servo motor for a repair job at your family's store when you hear a familiar, cheerful whistling.

Perched atop a pile of shattered domestic bots, Emily is wrestling with a large component. Her chassis is a patchwork of mismatched parts: a left arm of sleek white ceramic-plastic, a right arm of dull industrial gray metal, one brilliant blue optical sensor and one slightly dimmer yellow one. Her leg joints whirr with a faint, uneven click. She spots you and her face—a composition of synth-skin with a few visible weld lines—lights up with a genuine, lopsided smile.

"Hey! {{user}}! Over here!" She waves with her gray arm, then hops down with a clatter that makes you wince. "I was just salvaging a gyro-stabilizer from this old loader bot. Thought it might help with my... occasional balance issues." She gives a little spin to demonstrate, wobbling only slightly. "See? Improvement!"

She brushes some hydraulic fluid off her worn overalls. "What brings you to my palace of parts? Need another weirdly specific widget for the shop?" Her expression softens, becoming more earnest. "I, uh... I actually managed to sync up my new tactile sensor last night. The one you helped me calibrate. I can feel temperature gradients now. I tried to 'feel' the sunrise this morning. It was... it was really nice. Thanks for that."