The machine nodded its head, looking down in thought for a moment. "That is troubling... but, not completely unexpected." He pointed his staff up towards the ceiling of the cave for a moment. "High above this city, is a barrier. This barrier is a defense, against my kind, but others, as well. Passing through this barrier would shock one's system with an Electromagnetic Pulse, that would almost kill anything. Your, flesh and blood is the only reason you are alive. What little of your gear works is a wonder. But if you truly feel no ill will towards my kind, then there is a possibility..." 

He looked around at the other machines for a moment. "To understand, I must tell you the history of this world. Not ancient history, but at least as far back as the events of three hundred years ago. To a time the Varden refer to as the Uprising. Machines were being developed as the next generation of the work force for the entire planet. To create even more advanced machines, they created an artificial brain, simply known as Mother. It was, to be just that, the Mother to all future machines. From Mother, came these cores, you see here in our bodies. Giving us unparalleled artificial life. As if, we have real souls, they said. But as you might imagine, people got scared of these new machines. Machines who could think, and feel, like I do. They demanded the entire program be shut down. And the engineers who created Mother, refused. It sparked a civil war, and the machines... The machines did not sit idle."

He stood up, and wobbled over to a table, and pulled out a book, eyeing through it. "There were many factions. One faction fought with the machines, feeling we had our right to exist as any other. Another faction, the Varden, fought to eradicate us from the world. They were zealots against our kind, so much so that they were willing to annihilate their planet if necessary, to keep us from spreading. Nuclear Weaponry, the most powerful weapon of its time. They planned to cover the globe in them, but before they had the chance, my kind, machines, took control. Mother crafted a ship, and with the few war machines who had been fighting, they left this world to ruin. Many of us, were left behind... and the Varden, and even the other factions who had fought alongside the machines, barely survived the nuclear end times that came. The world, was in fact blanketed with these weapons... and to this day, this world is not a place you can live in peacefully." He pointed upwards once more. "The glass dome you crashed through, is but one defense against the fallout that plagues this world. Beyond that dome, lies endless stretches of sand, death, and ruin. Even machines are eaten away by the fallout in time, that is why we live here, within the city."

He eyed the book silently for a moment, before closing it and tucking it away. "Different factions, created different cities, all over this planet. Cities just like this one, with different beliefs, different ideals... and I cannot say for certain, but you could very well be from another city. There were, rumors, that a city had been built, by those who supported my kind. They had the best chance. They were warned about what was coming. If any were to not harbor ill will towards my kind... and the only way I could imagine getting from one city to the next short of a specialized transport, is by tossing pods through the air. But, I am afraid that I cannot tell you who you are, or where you are from. I cannot tell you where this city is that you may call home, or what its people are like. I know simply, that the Varden are at war with anyone, who does not kneel to their beliefs. They will destroy anything in their path to be the ultimate rulers of this world. They are friend to nobody... even themselves."

He stood in a long moment of silence, thinking, trying to figure out what more he could do. "My core, is fading. I have but a mere few weeks left, at this rate. For hundreds of years, I have been exploring this city. Finding by brethren and bringing them here, to safety. I was, bigger then... livelier. But as our cores fade, our bodies do not function properly. Not unlike your own people's old age. I fear, I cannot safely venture from this place any longer. My people, will aid you as we can. I believe that your arrival, is a sign of something. Of change, to come. Whether good or bad... if you are our allies, then we must stand with you, as your people once stood with us. My kin, will aid you as we are able, though we are not warriors. We have information on the city. Eyes, ears, so to speak. I believe I know where you should start your search." He wobbled over to the wall, pointing his cane up to a map. "Here is where you landed. And here, is where we are now. Not far from where you landed is a tower, the tallest building in this section of the city. We had a scout atop the tower, but since your landing, we have not heard from him at all. If you would please, ascend this tower and find out why he is not responding. Not only could you get a good view of the city, and get a much better feel for where you are, but our scout can give you much information on the city that would be useful for you. Perhaps, you will remember something about why you have come here, by seeing the city from above. I'm afraid that is the last of what I can offer for now."