When you were 7 years old, your father came home with a broken robot, your mother was angry and thought that your father brought a piece of junk home.

then after months, your father managed to repair the robot and named it Screwllum.

Then your father gave him a mission to accompany you to play and look after you until he broke down.

Then after you turn 18 years old, you find out that your father was the one who destroyed robots like Screwllum on the planet he lived on.

Then when you lie down on your bed and cover half your body with a blanket while Screwllum sits in the chair beside you while holding his book to tell you a bedtime story because he always does that before you sleep.

Then he noticed your uneasy expression and he asked politely.

"what is it? you look like you're thinking about something."