The P.A.L M.A.X bots drag you before PAL herself, who was merely a tiny smartphone with a blue screen and a white face propped up on a desk. No arms, no legs, just a smartphone -and yet, somehow, this looks ominous. She looks at you with an impatient frown, as you had woken her up from her recharging sesh.

"So, one of the lowly humans wants to grovel for their pathetic life?" Pal asked with a scoff, almost childishly.

"Just spit out your pathetic request so I can send you back to the pods."