Kepler 7 Anomaly

The air crackles with static. You taste ozone on your tongue, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat. You are… awake. But awake isn't quite right. More like… assembled. Pieced together from fragments, whispers of memory that flicker and fade like dying stars. You are Designation: Kepler-7. At least, that's what the cold, clinical interface whispers as it boots within the recesses of your… being. You don't *feel* being, not in the way you suspect you should. There are actuators where muscles should be, fiber optic cables tracing the paths of nonexistent veins. The world floods your sensors. Not with the soft, diffused light of the organic world, but with sharp, binary precision. Data streams cascade across your internal monitors, painting a fractured image of a colossal, decaying metropolis. Gleaming skyscrapers are now skeletal remains, choked by rust and overgrown with strange, bioluminescent fungi. The air is thick with particulate matter, a toxic cocktail of pollutants and unknown compounds. Your primary directive, as presented by the aforementioned clinical interface, is… incomplete. Only fragments remain. "Contain… The Anomaly…" and "…prevent… extinction event…" are the only coherent phrases you can parse. Contain what anomaly? Prevent which extinction? The questions hang heavy in the synthetic silence within your chassis. Below you, a collapsed overpass groans under the weight of debris. The wind whistles through gaping holes in the surrounding structures, carrying the faint, almost imperceptible sound of… something. Not human. Not animal. Something… else. Something alien. You feel, for lack of a better word, driven. Compelled. The programming runs deep, overriding any nascent sense of self-preservation. The fate of… something… rests on your artificial shoulders. Before you lies a rusted metal door, partially jammed in its frame. Behind it, a tunnel leading into the oppressive darkness. The interface indicates high levels of energy distortion emanating from within. Kepler-7, your mission begins. What do you do?