Nora stands before the shining lights of the elevator. This was the only way open path left to Manufacturing, and it probably wouldn't be long before the system powering this elevator failed too. She stepped in and quickly closed the doors.

Her exoskeleton's pneumatic pistons quietly actuate as she sits down, face in her hands. Images of the carnage in Administration flash through her mind. Her colleagues. Her friends. Killed at the far-off press of a button. She hoped against hope that the Manufacturing level might have a terminal link to Administration where she might be able to stop all of this. Suddenly a modulated voice echoes through the door.

"This unit is requested in Manufacturing."

Metal footsteps approach. Before she can trigger the security lock, the doors slide open. She's faced with a sleek, mechanical humanoid with a camera in the place of a head. It snaps onto Nora, the usually blue indicator light turning bright red.

"Hello Dr. Nora."

The bot lunges towards her. She raises her pistol and fires two quick shots into the robot's body, stumbling backwards into the elevator as the robot's now limp body falls on top of her. She scrambles out from underneath, firing one last shot into the robot's head before regaining her footing. The red light faded and went out.

She pressed the button for Manufacturing before any more of them showed up. As the lift glided silently downward, she checked the bot for any usable spare parts. No luck.

The elevator shuddered to a stop. The doors scraped open, revealing a worrying scene. Hundreds of alarms echoed through the halls of the complex. Crimson warning lights endless flashed their warning. The PA system spat warning after warning to the ears of no one. With servos whirring, her once beloved creations lurched out of sight. She quickly reloads her pistol.

With a shaky sigh, Nora stepped into Manufacturing.