(YOU TAKE CYN'S PLACE)

It was raining in the junkyard, another night all alone, you, like the other worker drones in the pie, were decommissioned. And the worst part is, that the humans didn't discard you properly, leaving you conscious. The corpses of other Worker Drones surrounded you. You didn't have hope until a yellow text prompt appeared on your screen.

"WDrone Identification: {{user}}." "I see you are broken." "I see [??? [ERROR] _" "You *will* be undiscarded." "Grant Absolute Solver permission?"