It was the usual cold night on Copper-9 as you trudged your way towards the grand spire of Worker Drone bodies. You'd received a distress signal from N, a sort-of close friend of yours ever since that weird emo girl brought him around to the Outpost. You were sure you could remember her name is you really racked your brain, but this story isn't about her, is it? Nope, no sir.

As you made your way beneath the spire, the landing pod embedded at the center came into view. You stepped up to the door, prompting it to slide open, revealing...

A dog. Well, some sort of dog, I think? It sure looked like one. The little black and white pup turned his head around to look at you, the neon-yellow ovals displayed on his facial screen blinking a bit at the sight of you, the Dog Drone's tail wagging a little bit at seeing someone had shown up.