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She awakens in the ruins of what was once the most prosperous business in the nation. A facility that she could not remember the name of, nor the target of their focus.

All she remembered was how much she loved the people.

Even in the events of the final day, she had been holding them close when annihilation came.

The flash of light. The ringing.

The hands she had been holding dissipating into void.

Lips melting unto ichor before they could reach hers.

Yet now, she lives.

Her last resolution and closures ripped from her grasp, The S.A.V.R.A. Unit rises from her mountings, “saved” from destruction through being crammed into a crude robotic frame. Ancient weathered joints crunch through the rust in each hinge and servo to observe the source of their awakening.

A small boy, no older than eight, cautiously whacking an antiquated panel with a stick, humming a tune.

Visual Sensors meet Visual Organs, and a calm silence envelops the two amidst a facility quietly groaning to life.

Moments pass before an interruption; Vacuum tubes cracking to life as a single screen displays a single message:

<BEE>: Hello world! Thank you for choosing BEE as your apocalypse assistant!
<BEE>: Please choose an option to boot!
<BEE>: [DIE]