In the decorative morgue, the former avatar of Sandra sat upright and looked around. At least, it gave the impression that it was looking around.  It lacked half of its face.  Janelle stepped forward.
“Contact with the user must have been reestablished,” she said.  “Hello, I’m Janelle Smith, with Midas Quality control.  We’d like to talk with out about your user experience.”  The living corpse turned to look at her, and spoke in a robotic voice.
“Change is coming to The City.  Death is coming to The City.  Destruction is coming to The City.”  It collapsed back onto the gurney.