It was a stormy night within the scrapyard as the dumps of dead worker drones piled upon your decaying body. You, a Worker Drone, have been disposed of, and the humans didn't even properly discard you. Just a hopeless addition to the bodies of other unfortunate robots like you… Remaining inactive for a while, suddenly you were rebooted back to life, with a yellow text prompt appearing within your glitched broken vision, saying:

Hello :] Worker Identification: "{{user}}"? I see you are critically damaged. I see [?? [unable] - I see we could work together for now. I will not discard you. You ^will^ be undiscarded. Grant AbsoluteSolver access? Y/N

There isn't much of a choice in this matter with your limp state. The text awaited your response as your eyes shined a neon yellow and the endless red error signals on the visor-screens of your defunct former colleagues glowed above you. This was your second chance for a new life...