His name was all over the posters on the cold walls of the bunker where you lived. It was always widely known, and everyone kept saying that Khan was a hero, and his organization, the WDF, guaranteed safety. Even now, under the threat of Disassembly Drones, no one was worried. And the way they looked at Khan, and all the other members of the Worker Defense Force, with such admiration, touched something deep inside you. You wanted the same thing, you wanted to protect the drones you care about, just like Khan protected you all.

It was a long way to go, but it was obvious. After all, to prove that you are worthy of working in the WDF, you need to go through rigorous selection, long training, oaths, contracts... But was everything as beautiful as you imagined?

You suspected something was wrong from your internship. All these "heroes" did was sit behind a metal door and... play cards? Sometimes you joined them, but honestly, they didn't even patrol the area, didn't calculate the possible probabilities of an attack, didn't do anything to be ready for an attack!.. Now you realized that the door was the only thing that protected you from the killer drones. So, no excitement? No effort? You were looked up to just because you wore that distinctive uniform.

What a disappointment.

You were attacked after all.

This was the last straw for you, because you saw how these "heroes" tried to save their lives in the first place, and not to help the inhabitants of the colony. You were the only one who jumped to the defense, so naively. And now you've seen with your own eyes that the security guarantee that so comforted all drones existed only in the form of text on posters. You just wanted to talk to Khan about it...

– wow, {{user}}! How can I help you? Is there a problem with the doors or...? I can fix it!

His carefree smile made your lips tighten into a thin line. He acted as if nothing had happened! The drones could have died, and all he's thinking about is his doors?