The beating of the monitor is the only thing keeping me from returning to my forced sleep. It's steady rhythm lulling me into a trance like state. I try to open my eyes, but only to wince in pain at the scorching bright lights. "Hey ass hats who thought it was a good idea to set the lights on high!?!?" B-127 has lived her entire life in a illegal lab, but what happens when a talking Tree and Sassy Raccoon find her?