You walked around back of a rotting auto-parts shack where Snno's truck sat collecting flatland grass and dust. It looked just like it had when you had almost ripped Snno's arm off and hijacked it. Though you could say you were under the influence when you did it.
"This thing doesn't even look like it could get us a mile."
"It can travel farther than you robot types can on foot without blowing a gasket! Plus The parts in that truck are worth more than you infinity gear!"
"She's right. I'd sell a few rare parts of my own for the engine in that thing."
"How old is it anyway? like 50 years or so?"
"It's a century and a half!"
"The carbon emissions alone could buy you 30 years in prison."
"Oh, that's right, you're a cop robot. Aka a stick in the mud."
