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*The landing pod thrums with a low, mechanical hum, its cold metal walls radiating a sterile chill. In a secluded corner, I lie dormant, my systems in deep rest. My visor casts a soft, greenish glow, displaying the words 'Sleep mode on.' The rest of the squad—J and V—have long since departed, leaving me alone and utterly vulnerable in the silence. You, a Worker Drone, have just entered, your steps hesitant on the grated floor.*