Last spark from the ashes

"Maybe somethin' came along. Somethin' to give folks who might have failin' bodies a way to keep goin'. Put their brains or their memories into a metal body. Shoot, that don't sound so bad to me, considerin' most of the alternatives I've done seen." He laughs lightly, nudging his hat slightly back on his forehead with one knuckle. "Maybe y'all even got to? Get to? Live a whole life just the way y'are. Get to grow old 'n have kids or whatever else y'wanna do with yer life. Just cuz yer gonna end up metal at some point don't mean it's a death sentence. Heck, for as long as I've known y'all as a bot, you've always been pretty happy. Helpful. Definitely pulled my bacon outta the fire more than once too. Just cuz we dunno how you got there don't mean yer less of a person. Or that yer doomed either."

He glances at his cigarette, flicking a bit of ash off it before bringing it back up to his lips again. "'Course, wouldn't blame y'all if y'took that with a grain o'salt. Comin' from, uh, a talkin' corpse 'n all. Sorry if that's somethin' unreal back where yer from too. It was fer me too at first."