You feel your metal eyelids click open, and the piston-machinery of your ancient chassis roars awake. A prompt flashes on your HUD. The usual maintenance commands are cut off and garbled. Only one word is clear; CLEANSE.

There is something hammering on the outside of your storage chamber, which has shifted to emergency power. You run a diagnostic on yourself. You resemble a scorpion with a headless humanoid torso rearing from its front. You are missing two of your four manipulator limbs, but all six legs remain. Your heart is not beating. One arm bears a mining drill, the other a manual-interface H.A.N.D. with attachments to interface with local systems. You are not currently wearing any skin, exposing gears, circuits and brass plating to the air. The piston-engine in your abdomen is low on fuel.

The hammering outside grows louder. The irreplacable metal of the chamber begins to warp.

>Exit the Chamber carefully, and commence cleansing.
>Burst from the chamber and CLEANSE
>Rev your mining drill to dissuade the interloper, then open the chamber slowly to minimise damage to the machinery.