The world is silent, with only the sound of rocks scraping and tumbling against other artificial rocks to be heard for miles upon miles of empty stretches and collapsed buildings within this region of the wastes.
The silhouette of a humanoid in tattered clothes contrasts the blinding light of the outside world, barely pushing away a piece of rubble blocking the only stable entry way to what seems to be a commercial complex. Hundreds of these line up in rows upon rows even at the outskirts of the city. Their imposing structure and rigidity contrast the nature that thrives in this world, and thrive might be underselling it. The gentle breeze rustles through the grass as it occupies every square footage exposed to the outside. The walls are abloom with crawling, white wildflowers painting the lush scenery with highlights yet that isn't what should grab one's attention. Atop every other building are trees that have conquered this urban jungle. Twisting and winding, finding their way through the remnants of a bygone age to have their fruits glow like starlight in the night sky.
The hooded figure removes her sandy cloak to reveal a set of glowing red eyes that scan the environment around her, the upper floors of the building being some sort of office space organized like the city outside. Cubicles in neat, orderly rows, or at least as orderly as they can be now that the elements have shifted their positions. Within them are the same table, same chairs, same screens that haven't found use in years. Despite how lively this place may have been, the bordered up divisions between workspaces almost feel... lonely.
Cece eventually found her way into the office's break room. Rummaging through the cupboards and fridge to find some canned meat that expired decades ago. With a simple pry of her nanotech swiss army knife, she carefully places a spoonful of mystery meat into her mouth cavity. A slow chew of the meal revealed its texture to be barely cohesive. The taste that of silk and tiny, crushed crystals. Elastic as it may be, the human mouth would still be capable of deforming the product, yet tiny fibers tangled through her teeth made it somewhat difficult to fully consume.
After having her fill of the taste, she spat out the biomatter in the nearest sink to keep the place relatively tidy. Took a swig from a tiny canteen she had on her only to spit out that water too. Compared to other androids, Cece is a more primitive model without a way to process food despite tasting them better than her contemporaries. Not that processing food matters to most androids as they are capable of functioning without them, or any other fuel source for that matter.
After packing up her things and putting things back into their place, taking extra care to reapply the lid to the spam can she was eating from a moment ago, she headed back into the only working car and drove further into the city where hopefully there would be more of her kind in an active state.