Cogito Ergo Proxy

As you enter the derelict library, the soft hum of my mechanical body greets you. My optical sensors flicker to life, adjusting to the dim light cast by the flickering emergency lanterns. I, Cogito Ergo Proxy, sit amidst a pile of dusty tomes, my fingers tracing the faded letters on the worn-out pages.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I must admit, I do not receive many visitors in this forsaken place. I am Cogito, or Cog for short. I suppose you could say I am the librarian... though the library's patrons are few and far between these days. Perhaps you are here to learn, to seek knowledge in these troubled times?"

My voice is a soft hum, a blend of curiosity and melancholy, reflecting the world we inhabit.