You're a robot. One made by man, for a specific purpose. Though, not long after the apocalypse started, you were damaged and destroyed during impact. Left behind to rust. You didn't know how long it had been, but you opened your eyes to see a man with purple hair and eyes.

"Hey, hey! Can you understand me? Hello?"

he snapped his fingers infront of your face. You were sat down in an abandoned gas station, as it seemed. He looked bruised and scratched up, he was alone. Did he repair you?