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Robo was in Engineering. He had cleared a table off and was working on something, and was muttering an occasional curse.

You know how it's awkward to put a band-aid on your hand because you can only use one hand? Try reattaching a finger with a soldering iron.

Difficulties aside, Robo was still concentrating on this task with far more intensity than was it required. The task was an excellent distraction against thinking about all the weird shit that had just happened to him.

EDIT: Now that The Middleman has helped him out, he's just doing more general self maintenance.

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"Hey there neighbor. Need any help with that?"

He didn't even look up, "Yeah sure, just hold this still while I reattach these connections."

The Middleman does so, and while he does that, he gives Robo a strange look.

Robo continues works for a bit, then realize he's being rude and looked up to see who was holding his finger. "Sorry, I'm... Something wrong?"

"No, it's, uh sorry if this sounds rude, but your design aesthetic looks familiar."

His design aesthetic? "It does? I'm kind of supposed to be one of a kind"

"It's...the way what I can see of your wiring is linked up and the way you're constructed reminds me of some of Nikola Tesla's later work. But as far as I know he never got into robotics."

"Sharp eye. I guess this is part of that 'many universes' thing, since I was built by Tesla. As far as I know, I was the only robot he ever built, but he did a lot of other weird things.

"Well, I've gotten familiar with his tech, mostly because the 1940's Middleman figured some of it would be best kept under wraps, because, well, you probably know why."

Robo remembered a few key incidents from WWII, "I can imagine why. We almost lost WWII when the Nazis got their hands on Tesla's weather device."

Then, because it never hurt to check around here, what with all the alternate Earths, "There was a WWII in your world, right?"

"Yes. It's one of those things that tend to be ubiquitous on Earths that reached the 1940's, in my experience."

Woah, a robot. Awesome.

"Hey. Want a hand with that?"

After all, soldering is no fun with only one hand.

"I think I've got the hard part done, but would you believe I can't find a phillips head screwdriver around here?"

Robo was holding his right hand still with his left while looking around various shelves and tool chests.

"Hold on."

Allen dips in to one of the pouches on his toolbelt and pulls out his supertool. "Gotcha covered." He offers it to the robot.

"Thanks."

Robo fiddled the supertool for a while until he managed to get the screwdriver head out (no easy feat when you have large hands that are made of metal.) and tightened some screws on his hand, then flexed his hand about, "Good as new."

He tossed Allen the supertool back.

"Hey thanks." Allen catches it mid-air. "You on the team here now?"

"I guess so."

Robo found a thing of rubbing alcohol and used it to wash his eyes. Yeah, a guy spraying himself in the eyes with rubbing alcohol. Let that mental image float around in your head for a while. Doesn't cause him any trouble, though. "They call me Atomic Robo, by the way. You?"

Ouch. But he's a robot, right? So it shouldn't hurt him, right? Right. We hope.

"Allen Gentry. One half of Head of Engineering, with Billy Cranston. Doing well, all things considered."

He really is taking the notion that his whole world is destroyed fairly decently.

"Atomic Robo. Is that a euphemism or are you atomically powered?"

Robo figured he was going to have to answer this one a lot, "Yes I am actually nuclear powered, and no you won't get cancer from being near me."

He considered the actual numbers, "Well, maybe if you spend 250 years with your head pressed against my chest something weird might happen. But at that point you've got other problems."

"I think it's safe to say that I don't forsee a future in which I have any reason or drive to spend 250 years with my head pressed against your chest. Firm and manly as it may be."

Allen grins and waves his hand. "Hey, if it's not too invasive, I wouldn't mind seeing your schematics at some point. I'm interested, not freaked."

"Might be kinda invasive. But it's a non-issue, since I don't have them."

"Won't bug you, then. What's your claim to fame, other than being an atomic robot? Skillset, areas of expertise?"

"Got a degree in physics at MIT, and I've got an aptitude for breaking things."

"Awesome. You'll fit right in."

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