The lonely, echoing halls of Violence layer was stained with blood of anyone who stood in the machine's path. Marble, whiter than anything, has its elegant and detailed chisels covered in the sweet, sweet red. The Library of Babel, you can recall, now has rooms covered in crusted blood. Even the lake ran a crimson red. Though, you couldn't help but noticed a defeated blue humanoid robot slump over a balcony in the walkway. Its optic dull from exhaustion as it gave a silent sigh, dropping the vacuum and pressure washer it had. V1 hasn't noticed you yet, what do you do?