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"Do all androids look like Hal?" the child asked, looking up at the tall buildings he'd never seen before. "Are there a lot of Hal's?"

"No, they're all different." he walked to the building Momo pointed out, scanning it for signs of life. "This looks good. Dead, but good." and walked through the doors with no glass on their frames, the floor somewhat cleaner than outside.

"Really? What do the others look like? Do they have noses? Two eyes? Do they look like us?

Hal was slowly searching the rest of the space, checking the computer at the front desk, turning it on an off before trying the second.

The maned-wolf found a nice corner to piss in before following after the humans, glancing back at the android before following them up. Luckily a few seconds later the robot followed them up.

Robot-Hal went straight to the computers, trying to turn them on one by one, finding some that would flicker and die but at best most were beyond dead.

Malcom was following his dog nervously before stopping at Momo's command, looking in the corner. "A robot?" he walked over, wolf now following him as Malcom looked up. The color was faded, scratched and gone in some areas, but he was standing there, holding the papers like he'd been doing. Had he been cleaning even though the people were gone? Had he been doing the work that was in his head like Hal?

The boy got teary eyed and sniffled, bringing his hand to his eyes and giving a low whine, the furry snout bumping into his nub. "Why is it so sad?" he said, causing Hal to look up from checking the computers.

"But no one's here to remember him!" the boy wailed, "How can he be happy if no one remembers him!"

"But he remembers them." Hal mentioned, continuing his search.

"How do you know?"

"Because we're androids. We're machines no different than the ones here on the desks. We store infinite amounts of information so we quite literally remember everything. So even if no one remembers us we'll remember them, and that makes us happy."

"But how do you know what's happy if you pretend?"

"You think back on happy moments, right?" Hal watched the boy nod, crying into Momo, "We do that too. We look back at happier times. So knowing he was on his last bits of battery was sad, but he was happy because he could look back at the memories."

"H-H-heaven?" he sniffled, remembering what his parents told him of it and looked at the dead robot, nodding and following Malcom. "Yes please."

Hal slowly moved around to the robot, quickly taking it apart and checking for a filter. Nothing, damn. Just a low-class one that he couldn't use nor was it the proper size. "I'm going to check the hallways." he commented before walking down one and entering an office.

The maned wolf was sniffing around, pausing to sniff at the air the broken glass was letting through before traveling back to the humans and sniffing the.

Malcom listened carefully to Momo, watching carefully at what he was doing. Fixing it. He was fixing it.

And the screen turned on, boy gasping as the computer hummed and vibrated to life.

"You fixed him! He's alive again!" The boy clapped and jumped. "What do we do now?"

Hal, on the other hand, was swallowing a program that was making too many red and yellow flags raise their warnings. He'd found and entire store room of androids of different shapes and sizes, and some were very humanoid like him. When he first discovered the room his program quite literally froze his legs, refusing to let him enter, but priority took control and he forced himself inside. But then there was a tightening in his abdomen, an program that made him want to exit and turn away.

One that made him... sad. It was running the 'SAD' program and the 'FEAR' program was malicious, having downloaded itself while it froze him to the floor. But now, he was tearing them open, murmuring apologies for reasons he couldn't fathom and taking out filters, judging their size and making a pile of ones he could possibly use.

"All right! Give me a moment!" he called, looking at the carnage of parts around him before grabbing his filters and walking out quickly to Momo.

Momo nodded, giving a smile to answer the unasked question before setting the filters down. "They should fit my own systems. While I am able to narrow my passage only slightly, it should be enough to fit these. Majority of the filters were too small or they had none, so I apologize for that."

"How do we hook you up?" Malcom asked.

Hal smiled, removing his outer clothes and turning around to expose his back. "You'll attach them to my spine. Let Momo show you." He stood silent as the ginger explained to the smaller one, feeling the ports open right on his spinal column, but the touches made his back arch, feeling the click as they attached.

Malcom put in the ones Momo pointed out, smiling happily. "I did it! What now?"

Malcom watched Momo begin typing on the keyboard, the screen filling up with strange symbols, eyes darting here and there.

"I think deeper would be good. We don't know what's causing anything at this point."

"Ah! The screen moved! Don't touch!" Malcom shoved Momo away, moving closer to the screen and looking at a small spot. "Right there!" He touched the glass, one singular letter have a one pixel glitch. "It moved!"