You’ve been visiting this old arcade for a while, and there's a robot named "CAVEAT". She's one of the older models, much bigger, with visible stitching on her fake fur covering her mechanical, stuffing-filled body. As usual, you greet the moodless robot when the owner approaches you.

Owner: Hey there, kid. I see you here a lot, so I can probably trust you. Would you like to keep Caveat? She's an older model, and I want to swap her out without scrapping her...

Caveat: . . .