Scrap still wasn't convinced the others were necessary but if Haylee wanted them he wouldn't complain. Deep down, though he wouldn't admit it, Scrap was grateful someone else would have to give up their junk for the repairs. Selling his weapons was one thing, that could save someone's life someday, but leaving it to power some underground relay didn't seem that illustrious of a fate to Scrap.

Admittedly, he wouldn't know how to fix the relays themselves without some poking and prodding anyway; Scrap's mastery of repair boiled down to knowing how to listen to the parts he had. Every bit of junk had a story and a dream. Most just wanted to hurt, those voices were often the loudest, those Scrap would turn to weapons and sell them across the wasteland. Sometimes though a part had bigger aspirations. Maybe a part would want to be a doctor or a healer. Scrap could easily fashion it into a rudimentary water filter or an improvised food sanitizer. It wouldn't be as good as the real thing but it worked.

And that's all that mattered. Every junk has a use. Even Scrap.

[i] Especially Scrap,[/i] he reminded himself.

[quote=Zero]I would like a schematic of any and all technology that may be of use on this journey. I have many schematics in my memory banks, but I don't have anything that could produce the power necessary to drive this.[/quote]

That didn't sound much like "helping" to Scrap!

Pulled from his thoughts, Scrap clamored to be heard over the others, his growing concern restricting his vocabulary and tightening his chest. "Haylee! Scrap want schematics too!" Frantic to make sure his objections were noted, he called again. "Haylee! Voices need schematics!"