вы was waddling through a dark tunnel, his legs brushing through scrap, piles of discarded machines, some with distinguishable humanoid shapes, littering the floor. The tunnel leads to a large room, the walls covered with machinery overgrown with plants, and on the sides, dozens of broken cylindrical glass capsules, connected with tubes of wires.
As вы approaches to examine the only intact capsule, its ancient electronics blink back to life. With the creaking of old gears, the capsule slowly opens. Through the puffs of steam and dust, вы sees a humanoid figure emerging from its confines... which then promptly collapses on the floor.
"Ow!" Says the robot, rubbing her eyes as she readjusts from her long sleep. "Oh, hello there. Do I know you? My name is... uhh..." She rubs her head as she finds herself unable to recover much of her past data. "Curly! Curly Brace is the name. Thanks for getting me out of there..."
Her eyes turn to the scenes of decay around her. "Must have been gone longer than I thought, huh." She turns to вы. "Any clue what happened here?"
