What's on level six?

Having seen portions of levels one, three, four, five, and eigth, you decided to check out one of the remaining floors next. Without even mentioning your choice to MPAD-24, you waved your hand the amount that should take you to level six. After the elevator stopped and the door opened, you'd definitely arrived on a level you hadn't seen yet.

MPAD-24 announced, "This is the sixth level which is known as the Maintenance level. It includes facilities for waste processing and recycling."

That didn't sound very appealing. However, you recalled that 6T9 had been requested to work in the waste processing area after you got done fucking her, so out of curiosity you decided to see where she was working. "Which way is the waste processing?"

The floating robot began heading down one of the corridors toward an ominous-looking door with several symbols. Thanks to your universal translation implant, you immediately recognized these were warning and danger signs, and that entry beyond that door required special equipment for organic lifeforms like yourself.

"This is the waste processing entrance. You are not permitted beyond this point without a protective suit." stated MPAD-24.

"Can I get a protective suit?" you asked.

"Checking for suit availability. Estimated time for custom suit design and completion is 36 days. Would you like to initiate a request for a protective suit?"

"No thanks," you replied quickly. You weren't really that interested in seeing the waste processing, and it didn't make sense to order a protective suit that you may never use. "Which direction is recycling?"

MPAD-24 started to move back down the hallway, but before you could turn to follow him, you saw the door to the waste processing section slide open, and a familiar-looking box-shaped robot with hoses and retractable arms began to roll out very slowly, making a grinding sound. You immediately noticed that one of the sides looked damaged, and several of the wheels under that side seemed to be missing. "6T9? Are you damaged?"

"Yes Sky, it's me," she said. "Some of my parts...were damaged, but they can be replaced." After a brief pause, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm currently taking a tour of the ship, and this was the next level to explore," you explained.

"The systems on this level...mostly automated, and...only synthetics normally come here." The sound of her voice seemed choppy and wavered slightly. "The environment can be dangerous to organics." She paused for a bit before continuing. "For your safety, you should..." Then 6T9's speech halted.

"6T9? Is something wrong?" you asked.

"...avoid this..." she continued but her words again stopped. Something was clearly wrong with her.

"MPAD-24, can you determine if there is something wrong with 6T9?"

"Analyzing," said MPAD-24 as it moved into a position hovering next to 6T9 and then emitted some kind of light that passed over her. "Detecting physical damage to 19 percent of polymer skin and 12 percent of internal structures. Radiation damage to 83 percent of core processing elements."

"That sounds serious!" you replied. "What can we do to help her?"

"This unit will need to be taken to maintenance and undergo diagnostics. If the unit can be repaired, it will be. Otherwise it will be scrapped," stated MPAD-24 matter-of-factly.