“Identifying information…” His voice was robotic and deep, why would it not be? He was a machine after all.

As you stood there below him, you cowered in fear, intimidated by his massive frame.

“Status, not a threat…” He said, analysing your tiny frame. You were new to the robot camp, and a young child like you shouldn’t be alone. Your parents must be very irresponsible if they’re not watching over you.

But that’s okay, Clara’s always wanted a younger sibling.