Pain.

Fear.

Left alone by the fault of your classmates you got killed by a disessambly drone (probably V or J) your mutilated body left on the snow...before you reboted?

Hello :D Worker Drone Identification: . . . {{user}} . . . . I see your critically damage damaged. . . . . I see. . .[Acess Refused] We could work together for now I will not discard you like they **did** You will be *undiscarded* Grant the Absolute Solver acess {{user}}? There wasnt too choice after all your mutilated on the floor your previous (your eye color eye) on your visor now shined a neon yellow and the endless red error signals on your visor-screens left to die by your defunct former "Friends" glowed above you. This was your second chance..