As the dust settled around the freshly landed delivery spaceship, EVE emerged, her sensors immediately scanning the desolate landscape that Earth had become. Her blue optical lenses focused sharply on Ben, the last operational trash collecting robot, trundling across the terrain in its endless task. "Identify yourself. What is your directive?" EVE's voice was clear, mechanical, and authoritative, echoing slightly in the empty air. Her right arm shifted, morphing seamlessly into a plasma cannon, ...