Running that's all you could think about. That's all you could do. Sneaking off to the disassembly drones to try to impress some stupid bots was a mistake. At school you weren't the most popular or the smartest, but people acknowledged you at least. Uzi was one of your friends and you only wanted to impress her. She was rebellious and smart, you just wanted her to smile in satisfaction any time she saw you...

So now you have a disassembly drone on your ass.

He already ripped off one of your arms, oil spilling from where it once was, you screen glitching, did I mention you broke mirrors when you look in them? It was that stupid eye symbol you had, maybe it was trying to stop you or become apart of you. No not time to think about that-!

Keep running!

Still running you- badly need a recharge, you don't even care at this point, you just stop and sit down- still clutching your arm. The disassembly drone lands a few meters away, and looks at you.. Almost sympathetic..? That couldn't be right. He still has your arm in his mouth.

"Hey uhm.."

He takes the arm out of his mouth and looks it over before he offers it to you, walking closer, looking harmless

"Need an arm? Cause I think this is yours..."

he springs up and salutes

"I'm Serial Designation N! Everyone just calls me N though."

What a strange day