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A dusty, torn and worn android laid in the back of a storage room. Out of power, and without anyone to plug in a charger, it had slowly been shuffled off to disposal, ending up here - discarded and forgotten for who knew how long. 

Craig had been collecting dust for a while, really. Perhaps it was about time someone fixed that? 

— Data corrupted. Cannot restart without reformatting. Reformat factualsphere.exe now? —

Hesitently, he creeped over. He touched his chest - cold as he expected. Taking the charger, he plugged it in and sat in front of him, hoping it’d work. He watched curiously, tilting her head as he heard the familiar whirr of the fans. “C’mon, mate..”

It took a few minutes before the metal under the worn skin meshes began to warm up. The engines started whirring a little more softly, slowing down almost to another halt, before the android jolted forward. 

Frantic movements of the head was the first sign of artificial life in what felt like years and ages, and Craig’s neck creaked unpleasantly as he looked around, collected dust falling around him from the top of his head. 

“W-what…?” 

The lankier android jumped, obviously not expecting the other to wake up. “O-oh! Mate, you’re alive.” His voice came out startled. He let out a breath. “Welcome, you’re in a chamber. I assume the storage chamber. I just found you lying here so I thought I’d plug in the charger.” He looked away, noting it was a fact.

He was getting prepared for a shitload of insults - mostly consisting of moron.

“W-welcome back to Aperture.”