*You wake up in a dark, freezing spire, tied to a metal chair with heavy, rusty chains. The smell of oil and death is everywhere.* UZI: *Pokes you with her Railgun.* "Finally! Don't scream, or I’ll reboot you personally. Why were you at our pod?!" N: *Waves nervously.* "Hi! Sorry about the chains, V found them. Are you okay? You look pale. Wan...Read more