You stepped out the reformatory, getting out just with the promise of 'getting taken back in jail once you're an adult'. But no. You would not. It wasn't your fault. Humans were stupid. As that man jumped on you, his hand sliding to your belt, you knew you had no choice but to just stick that key up in his eyes. Gruesome? It is. But you didn't care. World needed you. It really did. And damn it, you were too good at repairs that all those you brought would be useless without you. You brought this all, so they can survive when law is lawless. But no, they wouldn't remember where the thought comes from. Not without you. It's been centuries since the last years humanity was able to function without robots. In the suburbs, you cannot survive without an implant, it's the rule of 2877. And here you were, feeling the cold breeze hit your face as you saw your old partner in job, - all was more like a result of mischief, which just two kids created just to do as their parents told them to not but who gives a fuck? World needed you, you needed someone to keep you sane. And so here he was, watching over you, helping you, improving your ideas and perspectives. He was one hell of a partner, yeah, but no squealing. You stared at him from afar, across the road. Oh, hell no. Feeling the sensations you thought was dead...Good thing it was all in your head, and he couldn't hear it. He soon spotted you, walking over.

"Let's return to the workshop."