The deepening darkness of night crept slowly. A faint breeze rustles leaves. Fog shrouded the entire region as it swept slowly down towards the ground. The faint sounds of the distant encampment echoed softly through the forest. Voices spoke of the days finds, cataloging and packing as they about what the inhabitants who created the robotic women might of have been like. A clatter of pebbles falling against stone; so faint as to been no chance of being heard. An arm extended upwards from the open excavation pit and into the open air. Visibly trembling as it reaches; grasping, and clawing for leverage to escape.