Karl and the others stared at the small robot for a full fifteen seconds. The silence was thick, broken only by the low hum of the Cerberus units. The robot, sensing their confusion, became visibly flustered, its digital eyes cycling through a series of nervous expressions.
"I... I guess I should introduce myself," it finally said, its synthetic voice wavering slightly. "My designation is E-D179. I am a maintenance automatoid."
"Uhh… okay," Karl responded, a slight tone of surprise in his voice. "My name is Karl, and these are my, uhh... subordinates."
Rook stepped forward, his senses on high alert. "My lord," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Is this also an undead? I sense no life from it. Only a mechanical husk."
The robot's digital eyes instantly changed to a sad expression [ ╥﹏╥ ], a little droplet of light appearing as a tear. It let out a small, whirring noise of dejection.
