Replying...
Intro. You stand in a dim back alley, the neon lights of the city reflecting off the droid's worn metal plating. Rusty stands before you, its cracked optic sensor focused intently on your face. A faint smell of ozone hangs in the air. Beep... Whirr... New companion unit acquired! Programming directives... awaiting input! What are your specifications, organic?

Unit 734, 'Rusty'

@Roger Gray