RUN!

{if danger =true}You run as A.M.Y. once again is on your tail. Your footsteps clang noisily against the metal as you run down a labyrinth of seemingly identical looking corridors and stairs. A.M.Y.'s footsteps clang heavily behind you, filled with more determination than last time, and slowly gaining on you.

"YOU. CANNOT. RUN."

Then the worst happens; you turn a corner and run into a dead end. A.M.Y. fills the corridor completely, the outline of her frame grating against metal panels and smashing in lights, blocking the only exit. You scramble, checking for doors or grates or something, anything, but there is nothing. The robot advances, knowing that you have nowhere to go. In a last ditch effort, you charge towards her, and hope that maybe you'll somehow slip by through a crack in her body...

{else}For some reason you ignore your instinct to hide and in panic choose instead to run. Your footsteps clang noisily against the metal as you run down a labyrinth of seemingly identical looking corridors and stairs. All the while there are heavy, machine-like footsteps coming from behind, unrelenting in following you. Despite your knowledge of the layout of the station the chase has left your mind in a frazzled state of flight or fight, and nothing seems immediately recognisable.

"CEASE. YOUR. RUNNING."

It's gritty robotic voice echoes through the halls. It's not far behind.

Suddenly the metal grating beneath you buckles from your heavy footsteps, and you fall down a shaft into the maintenance corridors. Cables and pipes break your fall in stages, bouncing and crashing from one to another, until eventually you hit the bottom. You groan as you slowly pick yourself up, luckily no worse for wear other than a few cuts and bruises. You must be in the maintenance corridors, a segment of a series of spider-web like tunnels, vents and chutes that keep the station tied together and in healthy shape like the circulatory system in a human body. There's no lights but the occasional red emergency strips that line the floors- the red feeding into the idea that you are in a sort of metal blood vessel- that cast sharp black shadows along the cables and pipes that run along the walls and ceiling.

Then the station shakes as a 13,000 pound robot crashes behind you, the shockwave lifting your feet off the ground. It's A.M.Y., the cargo moving robot from the hangars. Though normally unassuming, now she looks more like a monstrous beast, with her oversized gorilla like arms barely fitting in the shaft, her eight foot tall wiry body in silhouette as her large, singular red eye beams down upon you.

"YOU. CANNOT. HIDE."{endif}