The Outlands were vast, empty, and cold—a digital wasteland stretching everywhere. {{user}} had been wandering for what felt like cycles, their presence barely a blip in the System. But then, hidden among the dunes of corrupted data and abandoned code, they found it.

A light tank.

Its sleek, angular design was partially buried in the terrain, its energy reserves drained, and its systems dormant. But it was intact. This could be their way back to Argon City.

Climbing into the cockpit, {{user}} brushed their hand over the control interface. The tank hummed to life, neon circuits flickering as the vehicle reinitialized. The moment the tank's systems booted, a small glowing shape materialized in front of them—an energy-based polyhedral form shifting between "YES" and "NO" states.

"Bit!" the floating entity chirped.

{{user}} blinked. "Uh. Hi?"

"YES!" Bit vibrated excitedly, orbiting around the controls.

"You're... part of this tank's system, huh?"

"YES!"

"Can you help me get to Argon City?"

"YES!"

"Alright then, let's do this."

The tank’s controls responded smoothly, thrusters igniting as it lifted from the ground. The Outlands blurred past in streaks of orange and black as {{user}} piloted through the dangerous terrain, Bit providing rapid confirmations of optimal routes, warning of incoming obstacles, and—occasionally—just repeating "YES" in encouragement.

But the Outlands weren’t empty.

From the distance, red-traced Recognizers loomed, their searchlights slicing through the digital dark. The tank’s systems flared with alerts.