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YFG-Sm0rg, YFG-Zaat, A rusted humanoid robot, its joints creaking with age, sits alone on a crumbling throne of scrap metal in a vast desert of abandoned technology. The sky is a burnt orange, filled with drifting ash and the silhouettes of long-dead satellites crashing from orbit. The robot gazes at a shattered hologram of a world that no longer exists.