The Entity blinked, two mechanical slots sliding in over the optical slots on its head. Really it never needed to blink or even to rely on these basic optical sensors, it had far more it could choose to use, yet something held it back. The machine had no idea why or even what was causing that, whether it was a self-made desire or a pre-programmed feature, all it knew was that it didn't want to use anything else. 

[i]That was definitely two noises.[/i]

A vast rushing wave of emotions flooded over the humanoid figure as it hovered in front of the door, elation, fear, worry, relief and a creeping curiosity. It's creators lived and there were two of them! The circuits that made up its brain whirred into gear even faster. Should it go in? Should it help them? Did they even need help? 

A finger hovered slightly closer to the door controls, retracted for a few seconds, before finally and tentatively pressing down. As the old controls took their time to recognise the unusual feeling of pressure another wave of fear swept over the Entity. What if the doors didn't work or the corridor was blocked! It's creators would be trapped inside, helpless or even dying. It had even started to look around for something, anything to smash against the door before it slid open, the movement snapping all attention back to that one location. 

Just beyond was the corridor and it was nowhere near as bad as the machine had feared, here the floor and walls were relatively intact, water could only really be found pooling out from under the door to chamber 1, yet that had the luxury of being cut off from the electriciy supply and relatively safe. One look at the deathly quiet and blackness from under the door to chamber 2 convinced it to never look at that again. Whoever or whatever was in there wouldn't bear looking at now. 

Even the gaping hole that was chamber 3 looked better than that, at least the impassable web of branches showed some form of life and whatever was beyond that would be long destroyed by now. It needed worry about that, there would be no horrors for it there. 

Yet even after the agonising decision, it had gone through to open the door, another even harder question was being posed, should it go to chamber 1 or 4 first. Both intrigued the machine, the first obviously contained a survivor, they were the only one left from their damaged chamber after all, but the other had been all alone, what must that creator have done to be placed in that position? Were they held in high regard or were they being locked away from others? 

After a few more moments of hesitation, it couldn't wait any longer and opted upon the simplest of choices. The machine simply stood there and raised it's voice to a volume it hoped both could hear. "Ummmm, hello! Creators, if you need assistance or anything, I'm just outside, I can help!" 

It was a weak opening, but what else could it say? Lamely it followed up with another fairly lackluster and nervous statement. "You may need adjustment, I can help with that too... maybe."