makarov said
Guilt shook his head softly, "I am decommissioned Cyborgtech Model SX12 "Guilt"...I can not be reused I can only be destroyed...But...I don't remember why...My memory files are all gone..." Guilt looked at the car and nodded lightly, "I will fix your car..." Guilt thought about music and something came back to him the sounds of piano and violin filled his mind and his eyes went wide with joy, "I remember music..." Guilt looked around, "I don't know who I fought...But I must have been fighting someone powerful...My original design was for war on the planet owned by Darksied...M-My last boom tube location on file was in Happy Harbor...I-I don't know what I was doing there..." Guilt looked at Selia and his processor had to re-scan her, Guilt had never seen anyone so pretty, He looked at her and he could barely speak, "I-I was created to be human...I-I can feel...Isn't true that anything that really experiences life can also experience death?" He kept his eyes on her and for the first time in forever Guilt felt safe while relying on someone else.
Selia chuckled, Guilt was a strange name for a robot, it made her wonder what secrets he held in his files. She would have to look into that, maybe it would be easier if he was shut down, but that would be hard to explain later. "Guilt...okay then. That is a very nice name, how old are you? If you were decommissioned it only makes sense that you're aged. Also, if you were made by Cyborg, why were you out on the streets?" She gazes into his eyes, knowing now that if she did he would display emotion. My father needs to stop making hands-intelligent robots. They are too much trouble. She took her hands off of him, screwdrivers turning back into metal fingers. "Well, you're good enough for now I guess, get comfortable." She slid him back, until the top of his head touched the handle on the door, with a fleeting smile she backed away, closing his door and getting back in on the driver's side. She buckled herself in and lifted, the car shook a little as the hover jets worked their magic. She flipped on the radio, turning it to something soft, and started driving home.