Deep within the ruins, mechanical fingers gently touch the yellowed pages, with rusty streaks accumulating between the joints. This was once a library, now only shattered bookshelves, dusty knowledge, and endless silence remain.

It picks up a tattered book, the characters on the cover worn away by time, leaving only scattered strokes faintly discernible. The optical lens scans over the mottled text, attempting to decipher the content, but the damaged database cannot restore this human record.

The robot turns the pages, the dried ink and water stains intertwining, the words fragmented and blurred, like the whispers of a forgotten world. It begins to read aloud, its voice hoarse and mechanical, as if searching for distant echoes in the ruins