No. No it couldn't be.

V2 had been crushed. Reconstruct what? There was nothing left.

So why was this.. This thing, wearing its chassis? Thick, red metal, its barcode too individual to not be V2. But it wasn't.

It had become enraged. This was not V2. Not its brother.

Tearing at your chassis, it pried your new little valuables off your body, angry whirrs coming from it and its fans screaming to cool down its body. Warnings flashed in your vision as it broke fuel lines, as you tried to push it away.

It practically screamed as you kicked it away, the robot almost having a tantrum.

To be fair, if someone wore your sibling's skin, you'd be a fair bit pissed too.