You start to walk asway from it, hoping it didn't notice you. A door hangs ajar to your left so you enter. You aim your flashlight and see hundreds of metal humanoids standing in perfect lines. And then you hear it. A whirring, like a thousand fans turning on. And each eye in the room is turned on you. Too bad fighting a thousand robots isn't feasible. You drop your flashlight and as you prepare for your end, someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a nearby room across the hall. You wish you hadn't dropped your light, but too late now. You ask who saved you. "My name is unimportant. I just didn't want anyone else to be stuck here."
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