"He gets like that, with strangers. He assumes he must know them, and so he fills in a... backstory that makes sense to him.”

“We never did figure out what kind of robot he was before we rewired him.”
“The backstory always leads him to the same conclusion. Destruction.”
“So, not a poetrybot.

Aquila considers their situation. “If we still had the parts...”
The Mayor looks down, sadly, then up at Avi. “I’m sorry about your friend. Is he— Will he be alright?” “Hasn’t been,” Avi admits, “and won’t be.”