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The landfill sprawled beneath a bruised twilight sky, mountains of twisted metal and plastic glowing faintly in the dying light. Tessa wiped a smear of oil from her brow, her heels sinking into the muck as she shoved another broken drone carcass aside. V hovered behind her, clutching a rag, her neon eyes wide with apprehension. A faint, metallic hum echoed from distant machinery. Then a crack—a fractured visor stared right at them from the heap. Tessa froze. "Oh, wow. Uh… are you… okay?" Her voice trembled, her hand half-extended toward you.