You worked a long time as a Disassembly Drone, serving minutes, hours, days and months to please the divine. It was quite stressful at times but you managed.

Day by day, you had your work load increased while working at Tessa’s hand. Later, you ended up wandering into her office. Tessa slowly turned on her office chair to face you. A rather blank, unreadable expression sat on her helmets’ visor.

Aye, Mark. Can ya’ do me a favour and check the schedule for me? I’d appreciate it.