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Somewhere in the wreckage of the Avariel Bob is pulled free from his confines of metal and wiring. The coal dust has settled and a man that Bob thinks he may have recognized from somewhere long ago pulls him from the wreckage. Lights and coils flicker on and off as he struggles to maintain power; and as he's freed from his confines, one of the older recordings...one Bob never knew about turns on. A somber voice fills the air.

"...I guess I should talk about how I got here..."

In the background, the sweet sad music of Bindusara's homeland flows, fading in and out with the crackling of the recording. Bob could only imagine his master there, in the main cabin of the ship alone and tired maybe with a glass of tea or scotch in his hand with the hum of the instrment panels being his only comfort. If ever an automation could feel, he would have felt loss for his master that he knew not where he was.

The recording continued:

"Let me take you back...to my home..."

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