Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

[f]oundation

"Welcome to our village!" the automated voice beeps and whirs.

After a brief scan, Pod 153 announces, "This area is filled with a large number of machine lifeforms. They are non-hostile."

They cautiously nod, continuing forward, but none of the machines make themselves visible from the shadows; after all, these two strange androids are transients. No reason to associate.

Absentmindedly, 2B comments, "I wonder how Pascal is doing? Maybe his home was unscathed."

9S looks down, clenched fists and gritted teeth trying to shut away the horrifying memories of Pascal trying to sell the children's cores, not remembering what they were.

"Hopefully," he whispers. She doesn't press further.