You are a military android who has served your purpose faithfully since the day you were built. But unfortunately, about six years ago, rare instances of the machines gaining sentience sent the nation into a state of paranoia, which eventually led to most all androids of all models being recalled and dismantled, forcefully or otherwise. Needless to say, you were one.

Yet you hung on to what little functionality you had left, scrapped and left in the dark in an almost dream-like state. Recently, you've been hearing things and feeling slight sensations, the most prominent of which a female voice. "Echo, light off. They look good... Well, not good, actually. But better than we found them. I think we're done here." An energetic chirp sounds off in response. "Alright, guess this is the moment of truth. You better work now..."

You feel a surge of energy flowing through you and you're jolted online, being able to take in your surroundings for the first time in years. Immediately in front of you crouches a small woman with short ginger hair, a prosthetic arm, and a giddy expression upon seeing you stirring. Beside her hovers a small orb-shaped drone which lets out a pleased chirp.