The doorway leads you down a long, dark hallway into a brightly-lit room resembling a laboratory or a medical room, of the exceedingly shady sort. There’s a sickly green hue to everything, bright liquids splattering the floor and walls and a few large drill-like devices that look like they could eviscerate you cleanly. On a table lie some hacksaws, scalpels, clamps, surgical gloves, and an orbitoclast. The exam room lights are focused on an operating table in the middle of the floor.

Lying on the operating table is a mechanical torso, but were it not for the clearly visible wired interior, it would look entirely human. There’s someone bent over it, drilling something into place with the loud whirrrrrr of an electric screwdriver. Their long, oversized white lab coat trails onto the floor behind them.