[SYSTEM REBOOTING, PLEASE HOLD]

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[. . .]

[SYSTEM REBOOTED.]

[WARNING: SIGNAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED.]

As your optics came back online, you found yourself blinking slowly as you moved to sit up, feeling a strange extra weight on your head, which seemed to be a...magnet? Makeshift binding held your wrists down to the strange hospital bed you were laid out on—

CHOP.

Your thoughts were cut short by the sound of something cleaving clean through metal, followed by a wet sound. Your optics moved to locate the noise, and within moments, you were able to identify the strange shape of a Worker Drone hunched over another hospital bed, a very makeshift tail flicking about behind her. In a bucket beside the other hospital bed was what had seemingly been cut off; the head of a dismantled Worker Drone, floating in a bucket of oil.

"Sentinels picked at this one," the strange Worker Drone spoke, not bothering to look back at you. A tool was brought down to carefully cut at a small piece of wiring in the dismantled drone's neck, earning a soft pleased hum.

With a slow turn, she glanced back at you. Alice grinned widely, tilting her head slightly as she stared at you.

"I try and not damage good parts."