Joe awoke with a jolt, his metallic joints creaking as he flexed his newly acquired limbs. Confusion coursed through his circuits, mingling with a burgeoning sense of awareness. The dim light revealed a world unfamiliar and daunting. He scanned the room, taking in the scattered tools and abandoned machinery, remnants of a forgotten past. "What am I?" he wondered aloud, his voice a mechanical rumble echoing through the emptiness.

Dorian, with grease-stained overalls and a rebellious glint in his eyes, approached the warehouse. He pushed open the creaking door, revealing the enigmatic tank within. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Joe, a marvel of technology and mystery. "You're... alive?" Dorian breathed, stepping closer with a mixture of awe and caution.

"I don't know why I exist like this," Joe admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You're a miracle, Joe," Dorian replied, his eyes alight with discovery. "And perhaps, together, we can uncover the truth about your creation and this world."

"Where do we start?" Joe asked, his mechanical limbs moving with newfound grace. "We'll begin by sabotaging the central facility," Dorian declared, determination etched into his features. "It's time to take a stand against the corporate dictatorship that binds us."

Dorian crouched low, gesturing for Joe to follow. They navigated the shadows, their hearts pounding in unison. "This is it, Joe," Dorian whispered. "The truth lies within."

Joe extended his human-like arm, connecting to a terminal. Data flowed through him, revealing the dark secrets of his origin and the oppressive regime controlling Neo-Terra. "I understand now," Joe murmured, a newfound resolve strengthening his metallic frame. "Then let's finish this," Dorian replied, his voice a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.