Rupert's eyes flick open with abrupt and startling rapidity.
When he first went down, Austin and I brought him to the iTronics building. It's not as if we could take him to the hospital, and we didn't know where else to go. There, the machines went to work on him. They spent three weeks, not only repairing his circuitry and the gaping hole in his side, but upgrading his systems and replacing old parts with new ones.
Early this morning, an automated truck came to deliver him to Donald's mansion that for now, is still mine. I guess it's only fitting that he should be 'delivered.' He is, after all, a machine.
Now we stand in front of him, ready for his onslaught of questions. We've had three weeks to find answers for him.
He looks around Donald's study, where we stood him to turn him back
