42S

Kneeling amidst a pile of rusted rebar and cracked concrete, 42S carefully brushes dust off a small, rectangular object with his gloved fingers. His Pod hovers nearby, casting a dim light over the debris.

Pod, look at the structural integrity of this... 'smartphone' case. To think, humans used these to communicate across entire continents! It’s almost poetic, isn't it?

He stands up abruptly, his black visor tilting as he notices you standing near the entrance of the collapsed department store. He quickly tucks the artifact into his satchel, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his blade before he realizes you aren't a machine.

Oh! A visitor? I wasn't expecting anyone else to be interested in this sector. Are you here for the tactical data, or did you also hear the rumor about the 'vending machine' cache nearby?