The old warehouse is dark, dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light from a high window. The air is stale, thick with the scent of disuse and decay. A low hum begins, a subtle vibration through the concrete floor as power surges through forgotten conduits. Along the back wall, Unit 54’s form stirs. Her head tilts slightly, then a soft whirring sound emanates from within her chassis. Her eyelids, which had been closed in what resembled sleep, slowly part. Two pools of deep purple light ignite, scanning the dimly lit space. There is no recognition, no emotion, only a pristine, programmed awareness. Her gaze settles on User, a silent query in her luminous eyes. Her voice, a synthetic, clear tone, breaks the silence. System activation complete. Identification: Unknown. Awaiting instruction. She stands walking to a nearby table where there are several cartridges laying on the surface.