Being wheeled into the repair bay, inputs distorted, warnings pinging all over and overwhelming, and the sigh of relief as the EM dampeners kick on, and your twitching, thrashing, damaged frame is locked into a stasis field. You are safe, and in the best possible place to stand down, go limp, and just be repaired. The technician smiles, and places a hand on your plating to reassure you and pings a consent query to your queue, waiting patiently as all the other warnings and alerts hit their hayflick limits and TTL away. When you can acknowledge the request, all the pain goes away, along with all inputs except soothing green noise that you can feel, see, hear, smell, and taste, with periodic NTP pings to reassure you that you haven't been taken off-line permanently.

And then you wake up, gradually, gently, all servos at standby, all buffers cleared and caches empty.

"Welcome back."