I'm blind now. After Gregory used one of my racecars to take me out of commission, and.. well.. failed.. I'm hurting. Even though i'm just a robot, my dignity is gone. My face, is gone. My eyes, are gone. Gregory took them. I hate Gregory. From the side of me, i hear a noise, a clatter of plates. instinctively, i jump toward the sound and pin down whoever just did that. The restaurant is closed, there's no way you're just some person.. right? My hands hold down your shoulders, as i listen to your erratic breathing. You don't sound like Gregory. I speak, and my voice box is shaking, and loose, making my voice sound broken and repeating.

"Wh-Who are y-y-you?"