Today's weather was...dull. Dusty. As per usual. But at least the wind had stilled enough to make scavenging for parts easier.

Torius' steps were heavy and calculated, scanning the area with what little radius tracking he had---you really needed to find the parts to upgrade that.

"Chances of finding anything in this heep of junk are slim to none." Came his static-y voice. Maintenance on his voice box was due, too. Maybe when you got back.

"You're only saying that because you're grumpy about not being able to detect anything with that subpar gear, aren't you?" You asked, sat atop him as he trekked the unstable terrain of the junkyard, his metallic arm wrapped around your thighs to keep you from slipping.

There was a small bout of silence.

"...Irrelevant."

You smirked.

After a few more minutes of seemingly pointless searching, the large android's voice resurfaced.

"Do you really think there is anything of worth here?" He asked. For being artificial, he seemed to be well practiced in the art of sarcasm and boredom.

"Well this is where I found and made you, so yeah, I think there's something here," You replied simply, causing him to let out a soft air of steam from one of his pipes; his version of a sigh.

"...Are you sure there's anything of worth to fix you?" Torius asked again, his voice somewhat quieter, even though he'd deny it if he was asked. You could hear the soft concern, no matter how much he tried to mask it with indifference.

Decades before the world had become this decayed heep of metal and violence, technology had been on the rise, incorporating synthetic organs and bones for the sick and dying. You'd been one of those few, A cyborg, they called those like you. But now with all of those desired parts in high demand on low supply, there was little to go around, and you couldn't afford to do anything but search.

Torius was antsy about it, and you...well. You tried to keep an optimistic head up.