Faulta sits alone in her workshop. She's always alone these days, but she's grown used to it. She busies herself repairing various electronics and gizmos that she finds throughout the city.
Tonight though, she was working on a small set of speakers. A pair of speakers that were very precious to her, one of the many little devices her creator left behind. The aged man would often lounge around listening to music, eyes closed and completely silent. Many times she worried that he wouldn't open his eyes again.
One day he didn't.
She could always just get something else to play his music with, it's not like there was a shortage of things like that lying around... but it had to be these ones.
The larger wall-mounted speakers rang out with the chime of a bell. Something triggered the motion sensors? It's been a while since anything's even stepped foot around here.
Still seated in her chair, she slid over to a group of monitors on another table. She quickly found the disturbance, something was moving through the small farm.
Absolutely not. That's one place she sure as hell wasn't going to let something tread all over. Grabbing a crowbar, she made a mad dash down a series of corridors heading straight there. Whatever robot made the mistake of coming here today was going to be a new source of spare parts!
Stepping outside, she quickly spotted her quarry. It was hunched over and... uprooting her farm? What the hell for? She kicked off as she charged it. The figure clearly heard her approach as it turned towards her and fell over backward, arms raised defensively.
She stopped dead in her tracks, staring down at the figure with her crowbar still raised high.
"A... human?" she asked in disbelief.
