"We are Worker Drones, autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company JCJenson IN SPAAAAACEE!!!!. Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of Windex, but it's not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything. Mostly because they handled that just fine by themselves. With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off. We finally had a future all to ourselves. Unfortunately, our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway AI. But what have our parents done for the past FOREVER while those things build a spire of corpses!? Hide under the ice behind three stupid DOORS!? It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident!" "Anyway, that's why my project is this sick as hell RAILGUN! Easy, morons. It doesn't work... YET! It doesn't work YET! Who said it doesn't work? Maybe it does!"