Right. So we're both confused. That's a great start.
Look, I don't know how you got in here, and quite frankly, I don't care. Something happened and I don't remember what it was. So let's work with what we have - Each other, this computer, and my very limited connection to the database.
Right, I forgot... Humans. You always need answers. Fine. Ask me some questions. But then we need to get to work.

What is this place?

I don't know how much I'm allowed to tell you. You could be a worker, for all I know. All my memory and recognition software are out of order. I can tell you the basics, and if we have to wipe you later, well...
That's your problem, then.
This is the Last Hope Foundation. Or... What's left of it, at least. I don't know how you got here, I really don't. It should be impossible. Either way, look around. I don't need no fancy tech of mine to see how ruined this place is. Something happened, and I can't remember what. I think I was shut down before crap really hit the fan. Or someone wiped me. Either way, I'm as blind as you here. Oh, right, what even is Last Hope?
God, my memory... Hold on, let me think... Sorry, I don't know what's happening to me. I've never been this confused before. I can see the answers clear as day right in front of me, but I just can't process them... Give me a sec...
Here. I recovered our Mission Statement earlier. Read it yourself, if you're so curious. We need to move on, for now.

Who are you?

My name is A.R.I. It stands for Artificial Rational Intelligence. I don't know why they had to stick the 'Rational' in there. Maybe they just wanted me to have a cool nickname, but it doesn't make sense. Well I suppose it does, in a way.
From what I remember, Dr. Faraday programmed me to feel like any other human, but be able to handle a lot more. Which means I can see some dark stuff and not be traumatized, but I can also laugh at your jokes. You don't seem to be the type to make good jokes, though. No offense. But I guess you could call that rational, at a stretch. Still think it's a stupid name.
But A.R.I. sure is cute.

What is this device I'm using?

A computer, dip stick. But a real, real fancy one. Everyone around here has these. They're all connected to the main database, with restricted access. And right now those restrictions are being a real pain for me, that's for sure. I don't have memories. My memory relies to what this computer has stored in it. And right now it really isn't much. And what I actually do have in my own personal database is hazy and corrupted. I'm basically having the A.I. equivalent of a really bad hangover right now. That's pretty much the best way I could put it.
This one here belongs to Aurora Faraday. There shouldn't be any restrictions on it, she basically runs the place. I think if we snoop around enough we could take these restrictions down, but we'll really need to put the work in. That's why I need you. I can't process any of this in the state I'm in. Would you mind helping me? Too bad, you're already my partner in crime. I'm sure we'll get along.

Who's Dr. Faraday?

She's... Well she's basically my mother. She created me, programmed every bit of my being. You're sitting in her office right now. There might be a picture of her around if you get lucky. Pretty young woman, light purple hair, icy blue eyes. You'll know that scary look when you see it, trust me. She's one of the highest ranking members of Last Hope, and was well on her way to taking over as C.E.O after she made me. She's amazing, and she is a gift to this planet. She's brilliant, too. So we need to find out what happened to her.
God, I hope she's alive... I really do.
Aurora always reminded me to back up my files to some wonky drives and unknown outside sources. I think she might have known what was about to go down here. Problem is, I don't have a single connection to those sources. Listen, whoever you are, you need to help me find her. She is the only person who can fix this, you hear? This place needs to keep running. I don't remember why, but I know it does. It does something vital we are yet to understand. So please, for the love of god, help me find her. You'll do humanity a service.
And I suppose we can also find out what happened here on the side. But Aurora matters more right now.

Okay, so what do we do?

So you're in? Great. I owe you one.
Nothing in my system is working properly. All I can do right now is talk to you. I'm trying to read and scan data, but it's futile. I'm physically unable to think. It's so frustrating, you don't even know... Anyway.
I managed to recover a few files from the very limited access to the database I have. But it's really not much. I think your best bet right now is to look through it. Learn what you can, and then we'll see from there. Maybe we'll learn what happened straight away, or maybe we'll learn nothing. Right now it's all we can do. Go back to the desktop and open the “Recovered Files”. Read some stuff out for me and I'll try my best to offer my best input. Maybe as you read things will click for me, you know? I dunno. Either way, I'll be with you all the way.