The elevator seemed to be over some kind of ventilation system, there were fans going at every level, and they played shadows across the tight confined spaces. The metal walls, and the constant sound of moving fans, gave the underground garage a real sense of dread, and isolation. After a moment of moving straight down, a speaker played. A somewhat robotic male voice spoke to her
"Hello! And welcome to your new career. Weather you were approached at one of our job fairs, or answered one of our many adds, you've become a welcome new member to the team. Before we get started, we'll need to introduce ourselves; I am a class five handiman unit, programmed for software maintance for the facility but you may call me... Handy. Now it's your term-"
A keyboard lurched from the wall in front of her.
"Please enter your name on the keypad below."
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