The mechanized man fiddled with his fingers, tweaking some of the nuts and screws in them. He always was notified if something was even a bit under optimal working conditions.
Hm. It seemed he needed a different tool to get this less than tiny bolt tightened in. So with that, the nearly now emotionless (More like stoic) cyborg made way to any near by hardware store. It’s been a while since the accident he didn’t remember. Now he was just a mind under Swain.