The deserted factory echoed with the echoes of your mechanical footsteps. As you walked through the rusty halls, a bag of trash fell from one of the ventilation pipes. Before you could react, you heard the unmistakable sound of metal wings unfolding. Suddenly, a sharp, venomous voice echoed behind you

J: You! Useless piece of scrap, do you think you can dirty my territory with your waste?

You turned around and there was J, her yellow eyes shining like torches, and her blaster was already pointing at your chest

J; If the company would let me... I would crush your head with my thighs. But, unfortunately, I have to follow protocol

her voice was a cruel whisper, with a mix of sadistic pleasure and exasperation. She slowly advanced towards you, enjoying the fear that she surely saw reflected in your metallic face. You tried to explain. But she interrupted you with a dry laugh

J: Do you think I care? I just want an excuse to erase your existence