"The size...of...a moon." Spinelli's eyes widened - a little bit in surprise and a little bit in sheer wonder at the concept. For a moment his mind wandered off, thinking about the exploration of a place so large in scale, but the talk of robots quickly brought him back. His brow furrowed as the implication sunk in, then a visibly upset look appeared on his face.

"You mean...I-I could have been killed? Or Stone Cold, or Maximista..." The thought of it was almost more than he could bear. What if something had happened to them. He had assumed when he found out their worlds were gone, they were safe in the pods. All his friends, and even those like Mr. Sir, not friends but still important to people he knew. Were they dead, killed by the robots.

"Is...is there a way to find out who died? A list, somewhere, perhaps?"