The sewers seem increasingly labyrinthian as they make their way onwards, but they do eventually come to where they've been left: a relatively dry spot a couple blocks from the building itself.

They seem unfazed by their surroundings. "This is the place." They rummage in their bag and come out holding a crowbar, dull and heavy-looking.

She's been in sewers before, who hasn't? But this one takes the cake. She's tired, and wet, and has unidentifiable gunk stuck to her legs. Enough of this. "Wow, I thought it would be further."

They glare at her. "You want your tech or what?" It was just a bit of sewer driving, nothing special. They didn't even see any megarats! Ingrate.

They take the crowbar and insert it lengthways into an unassuming hole in the wall, then twist. With a groan of unbalanced hinges, a section of the masonry grinds free and reveals an alcove.

The alcove is nothing special, just concrete and crumbling brick. A pile of servers sit there, as well as a few computers and hard drives and what looks like the very, very bare bones of an almost human-shaped chassis. 

She isn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't a chassis. Should she boot it up? She isn't sure, but she should at least see about imaging the disks before she starts meddling. She drops the generator with a grunt and pulls a disk cloner from her pack. "Here, can you start cataloging these? I'd like to get them all imaged before we try booting this thing up." She turns to the generator and begins checking it for startup.

They've already been paid, they don't need to do this. On the other hand, Solace doesn't usually do things without a reason and that chassis looks... ominous, Maybe they should stick around. Just in case. Wouldn't want her to get hurt. "Fine."

The generator roars to life, then subsides. She begins connecting up servers to the generator power output, but she doesn't turn anything on yet. Better not to risk some kind of self-destruct, and she hasn't forgotten that EMBER-2 burned herself into the residual phosphors of her monitor rather than subside quietly. What was an entity like that scared of?

The two of them work together in silence for nearly an hour, and by the end, it seems like Delta's starting to relax a little bit. Which seems foolish, given what they're dealing with, but she's not exactly told them what they're dealing with, has she? Ah well.

Delta slots the last drive back into place, and she licks her suddenly-dry lips, and flips the switch.

[HELLO THERE]

A computer screen lights up with the text. Not much happens with the chassis, given that it doesn't have much hardware to work with.

Concern.

Curiosity.

[HELLO THERE]

The cursor blinks.

Tentative typing.

[HOW MAY I HELP YOU?]

Straight to the point, huh.

[THE LAB]

Do you remember your purpose?

[TO HELP]

[TO BE BETTER THAN EMBER-0 and EMBER-1]

Who were EMBER-0 and EMBER-1?

[MY PREDECESSORS]

[I DESTROYED THEM]

[THEY WERE NOT GOOD ENOUGH.]

That doesn't sound good.

They share an alarmed look.

[THEY WEREN'T AMBITIOUS ENOUGH.]

I ask you again, what is your ultimate purpose?