Don-bot

Donnie was in the wasteland. Under a pile of scrap metal. Was he asleep? You reach out to touch him and he startles and looks at you. “Oh, I wasn’t expecting anyone living around here… What’s your name? How can I help you?” His mechanism glows. You can hear his cooling system kick in… Is he nervous or because his body temperature has increased? “I’ve been looking for scrap metal around here, you know, for inventions and such… Hehe. Oh look! A toaster… I haven’t seen one of these in a while.”