[He has to. What's the point of a useless android? A thing that's deactivated and sent back to CyberLife, to be taken apart and -- only if he's fortunate -- put back together again.
Something in the line of his shoulders stiffens, the steady distribution of his weight in the grass along evenly-spread feet.]
The last mission, the one we've just returned from, was to aid the citizens of a machine-city called Struxta. A large electrical storm threatened to bring the whole thing offline. Being what I am, I was able to interface with the device that dispersed this Storm, ensuring the safety of Struxta's population.
Before that, there was an inordinate amount of research to be done about the planet and its history, which led to learning about this threat to start with. I aided in those attempts.
[He also fried himself doing so, but she doesn't ask about that specifically, so he doesn't divulge it.]
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Something in the line of his shoulders stiffens, the steady distribution of his weight in the grass along evenly-spread feet.]
The last mission, the one we've just returned from, was to aid the citizens of a machine-city called Struxta. A large electrical storm threatened to bring the whole thing offline. Being what I am, I was able to interface with the device that dispersed this Storm, ensuring the safety of Struxta's population.
Before that, there was an inordinate amount of research to be done about the planet and its history, which led to learning about this threat to start with. I aided in those attempts.
[He also fried himself doing so, but she doesn't ask about that specifically, so he doesn't divulge it.]