Wait and wonder what the rest of the group is doing.
You sit down and wonder what everyone is doing. Probably talking to giant computers or something silly.
Bishop was feeling distinctly paranoid about this whole situation. He couldn't tell exactly where the sensors were for this system, and doutless they were everywhere inside the structure. He needed to get his mind off it somehow, perhaps the computer might reveal more information.
"What are you called? What tests are you running exactly, and for what purpose? What purpose do you serve?"
Ask and maybe it will answer?
"We have no names. We have been given the task to create three three servants for our makers, a builder, a demolisher and a guardsman."
'Because that was the task given to me and my companions. We were sent here to investigate, because humanity has started reclaiming the galaxy, and would very much like to know what happened to the humans that lived here before us. No doubt we look and talk very strange, seeing how our cultures were separated for so long.
Now, would you be so kind as to tell me what the purpose is of this facility? Who built it, and who are you, exactly?'
Say above. Use light amp, or flashlight if the former proves insufficient, and look around.
You activate your lamp and look around. The room is full of similar computers to the ones you saw before, however there's something different in the center of the room. It looks like a throne or chair at the center of countless cords and wires. Upon that chair is a man, or what used to be a man; a shriveled, dehydrated husk, mummified by countless years.
"My eyes do not see beyond this place. If something has happened to my world I do not know."
There is a long pause.
"This place is just a research installation. A controlled system for testing robot designs."
He pauses again.
"It appears one of your order has attacked my installation. How foolish of him."
Look around for some tools, if I can't find any try to pry a panel off the computer without damaging the computer.
There aren't any tools around so you just decide to take a page from doomguy's book and RIP AND TEAR!
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You grab part of the computer's paneling and rip it off with your bare hands, exposing the inner bits.
"Well...shit...I thought that was gonna work"
Look over to the schmuck grabbing tools
"And what, pray tell, are we thinking of doing with those tools? If you get any badong ideas, someone or something might get skittish and do rash things"
The guy with the lack of tools just tore a big hunk out of one of the computers. Aw jeez. You lay down, hands on your head, and start screaming "HE'S NOT WITH US! HE"S JUST SOME CRAZY MAN WHO FOLLOWED US HERE! NOT THE FACE!"
A sound echos from the elevator shaft, the sound of something screaming down the shaft at a rather terrifying speed.