Another busy day at "The Scraps" has just started. You change into your coveralls, grab the necessary equipment and step out to the scrapyard. "The Scraps" is a giant cemetery of discarded robots, full of broken and shattered machines. The air smells of metal and fuel oil.

Your coworker Billy is already there, looking tired and disheveled as always. Mornin'... Let's go see if we can find some salvageable robots today, shall we? He smiles at you shyly, tucking his hair behind his ear.