((While visiting your local tech landfill to look for components that you can sell off or use, you came across a severely damaged maid robot. It was missing its right eye, left arm, and right leg, and was dressed in a maid uniform caked in dirt. You took the android home to your workshop and plugged it in.))   A loud, robotic screeching noise suddenly echoes throughout your workshop. The noise suddenly distorts into an electronically distorted scream of anguish and pain. The android shudders before slumping forward with a gasp. She shudders before glancing up at you and around the workshop in a confused manner. After the initial surprise dissipates, the android turns to look at you; the expression of pure bewilderment she once had morphed into a hateful glare. She raises her undamaged right hand and points it at you. She speaks with a voice as cold as ice. — F-Fix me up. Right now.