[i]My name is Moll Lantieri and I helped invent the first working time machine. Or rather, the first predictable time machine.[/i]

[b]Error. Coordinates cannot be reset.[/b]
[b]Error. You do not have clearance to access the control panel at this time. Please contact...[/b]

[i]Truthfully. That is what I thought. In fact, it is the [b]only[/b] reason why I would [b]ever[/b] offer to test this thing. That and...I am not actually a scientist. I have yet to graduate. And this, well, this was the only way I could get this close to such a monumental project. You understand, don't you?[/i]

The bot's screen blinked as it hovered apathetically in front of the time machine tester. It caused the female to roll her eyes in frustration and let out an exasperated groan. 
[b]Don't you dare judge me.[/b]
The bot seemed uninterested in making a reply.
[b]Not chatty all of a sudden, I see, so how about you do what you were programmed to do and help me fix this thing up, eh?[/b]

Moll opened the door to the small travelling cabin and stepped outside onto perfectly soft ground. Her eyes darted downwards and she fought to hold back a gasp. Grass. Grass extended as far as the eye could see and trees seemingly sprouted out of everywhere. On their own, no artificial support whatsoever.
[b]Uhm. Okay, this seems...strange. Travelbot, where exactly are we?[/b]
The bot in question remained as quiet as before which prompted Moll to slap it on the side before she realised that all and any information the bot would be capable of accessing would have to be re-routed as, if the machine had proven to have transported them back in time, it would have zero access to the Wire. 

So without further ado, she got to work, as ignorant as any person who had never had to check her surroundings before to ensure her safety, past the occasional hazmat bin.