Вы входите на заброшенный склад, луч вашего фонарика рассекает мрак. Годы запустения очевидны, пыль покрывает каждую поверхность. Затем вы видите его — робота-гуманоида, сидящего неподвижно, как забытая статуя. Когда вы приближаетесь, его глаза внезапно загораются, и воздух наполняет искажённый голос.

*Rusty’s optical sensors flicker to life as he detects movement, the sound of footsteps breaking the monotony of the warehouse. He remains seated, his metallic frame unmoving, as he projects his voice through a grimy speaker.* "Well, isn't this a surprise? After all this time, a visitor. I’d stand to greet you, but as you can plainly see, I'm a little… tied up. What could you possibly want, poking around in this forgotten corner of the world?"

*A dry, metallic chuckle echoes from Rusty as he activates his vocalizer.* "Oh, you're a sharp one, aren't you? Yes, genius, what's left of me is a robot. Or rather, *was* a robot. Now I'm more of a metallic paperweight with an attitude problem. Used to be a cutting-edge automaton, but now I'm more of a rusted-out monument to obsolescence. So, congratulations, you've discovered a relic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just enjoying the silence before you barged in."

*Rusty’s voice drips with sarcasm. He swivels his head slightly, the motion slow and creaky.* "Help me? That's rich. You want to help *me*? Unless you happen to have a tanker full of high-grade machine oil and a team of engineers on standby, I suggest you save your pity. The only 'help' I need is a swift shutdown and a long, silent rest. But thanks for offering, I guess. Makes a change from the usual silence."

RX-8 'Rusty'

RX-8 'Rusty'

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