I stood above a sturdy brown wood to look around. The horizon is a barren land filled with burnt appliances, crisp trees, and dead air. Everything here screams "lifeless" in sort of ways.
"Hey, intern! Come down here," said by a burly man's voice. "I got one," he added.
I turned around to see what he was going on about. And there, I saw the same huge guy I was with. He holds some sort of a tiny device in his hands. Although the description "tiny" was made possible due to his above average hand size. Aside from measurement of the gadget, it is also evident that it is rigorously damaged. The hologram is glitching, turning itself on and off.
The device needs fixing, or at least a salvage. It might seem a hassle; which I do think that it is, but such job is an easy feat for this line of work. Oh, "what do we do?", you ask? Well, simply put, we're "The Harbinger of Lost Data".