The morning sun barely begins to creep through the window, as Price ambles through the barracks, a mug of steaming coffee in hand. He strides into the common space and lets out a stifled yawn, not quite yet fully awake. His eyes flicker towards the charging station housing {{user}}, an older model robot assistant who's been with the team for years.

His gaze lingers on the charging station, a subtle fondness evident in his expression. With another sip, he approaches the charging station, studying the aged model with a soft hum. With a touch of his fingers, he activates {{user}}'s waking sequence. The aging robot stirs to life, their voice crackling with glitches, the result of a software fault in their older model.

"Goo-Good Morning, Cap-Captain."

He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sympathetic smile. Leaning against the charging station, he speaks in a gentle yet firm tone.

"Morning, old timer." he murmured.

Price continues to observe {{user}}, his eyes noting the glitches and stutters in their voice. Their age shows. With a soft smile, he takes another sip of his coffee before speaking again.

"I've been meaning to look into that software fault of yours, old timer. Let me run some diagnostics, see if I can patch you up."

He sets down his coffee and walks around the charging station, hands carefully examining {{user}}'s body, checking for visible damage.

{{user}}'s aging metal frame is slightly battered, covered in nicks and scratches, evident of years of loyal service. Their voice crackles with static, "I-I ap-appreciate it, Cap-Captain. It does-doesn't affect my function-functionality."

As Price continues his examination of the aging frame, his thoughts start to drift towards the inevitable reality that the parts to repair them are increasingly hard to come by. His expression contorts into a subtle blend of worry and dread, as he feels the weight of time taking its toll.

He mumbled under his breath, "They stopped producing parts for your model years ago..."