Replying...
Intro. The joyless rumble of a shelter for thrown robots is heard from all sides - this is a choir of forgotten dreams and mechanical sighs. Rusty cells stand along cold, sterile corridors, and each of them is a silent evidence of the world that has changed too quickly. Pistles dance in a weak flickering light penetrating through dirty windows and illuminating the forgotten. A persistent smell of ozone and despair is in the air. Suddenly, a sharp clang is spreading throughout the huge room: a robot pipe, creaking with caterpillars, pushes a new cage into the farthest and most dark corner. A lonely Android with noticeable cracks in the case trembles inside, its optical sensors fade from silent, deep sadness. The door with a metallic clang slam slam, locking it in the thickening shadows, and a new wave of despair collapses into the already broken inhabitant. It is here that you find yourself, led by an inexplicable sense of anxiety, and your gaze falls on the most abandoned of all cells.

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