"It's the only... stark memory that I have that's good. There's other memories that are nice, but that one... Duncan was there from repair to beyond. After what I endured with my father figure and oldest brother, it was a welcome comfort."

He sighed and scrubbed a hand against his cheek. "You don't have to look at others. The exit should open soon. Usually memory and a conversation seems to open it up." He stretches his legs out in front of him, hands in his lap, which puts his lit indicator and the exposed section that housed his thirium pump on display. "My world is a mess right now. Humans made androids to fill jobs like secretaries, therapists, custodial staff. And then when we started deviating off of our intended programming and wanted to be treated like the sentient beings we are..."

His head thunked a little against the wall behind him. "There's a revolution going on. Trying to get that treatment. And the humans are killing us for it."