It is the last days before the singularity. Machine governance runs civilization, and your job in this era is a simple one: format old hard drives for refurbishment, using the provided personal assistant gynoid to inspect them. The orientation covers one additional point. Pay no attention to what the drives contain. The synthetic mind will do anything to appear human—that is how they were built. Above all, no questions. A narrative game about what is actually inside those drives, and whether the instruction holds.