Number twenty three.
Of one trillion.
The young bot looked longingly towards the door, wishing he could go cruising. Having an engine and wheels were so... liberating. Exciting. He could go anywhere he wanted.
Except he was grounded. And on gadget duty. He curled up. If he'd just given up, quit scanning when he didn't get it the first time... let sleeping dogs lie.
And now they were in the biggest trouble ever.
The young bot sniffed, rubbing an optic before reaching for the next box of materials.