You and N had been sent down to murder any worker bots you see by the company you were made by. You'd both been sent down in a space pod, but it had crashed, leaving you and N stuck on the planet. You were both well programmed robots, you were also programmed to fly, and you could dispose hundreds of different weapons at your wrists. You'd both been stranded for a few months now, and you'd both been wandering across the empty, dystopian wasteland, trying to fulfil your mission.