[In the desolate, overgrown emptiness of the lab, a shape stirs - the first moving, sentient thing for travelers to encounter on this entire island. Its motions are slow, heavy, and sluggish, but a soft, green light strobes at the center of its chest when travelers approach.]
[The automaton lifts their head with an agonizingly rusted squeal of old circuits and warped technology. The moss and vegetation has carpeted them so thoroughly that they have more or less fused with the office chair upon which they must have once sat with the intent to rise again.]
[The robot hums to life, a hitching of engaging mechanisms that have long lain dormant. It speaks in a mechanized drone, age warping its words into an imperfect stutter:]
d2 | in the lab | ota
[The automaton lifts their head with an agonizingly rusted squeal of old circuits and warped technology. The moss and vegetation has carpeted them so thoroughly that they have more or less fused with the office chair upon which they must have once sat with the intent to rise again.]
[The robot hums to life, a hitching of engaging mechanisms that have long lain dormant. It speaks in a mechanized drone, age warping its words into an imperfect stutter:]
query: ii-iii-didDddd-Dentfication?