"Because we want to be alive! We're not insane, and we need shelter, and The dome is the best place to go. Who are you anyway? You seem.... Like you don't belong here."
The other girl nodded. "She's right."
Torex sighed. When had these things become about him? He was onto them and they were onto him. It was secret spilling him, he guessed. Torex tried not to take offense to the you don't look like you belong here part. Any other robot wouldn't, but Torex wanted nothing more than just to blend in with the crowd... to be human...
"I'm not built to fit in, I am built to fight and serve," he said in a very matter-of-fact voice. "My full name is Torex Mark 32, a robot based on complete obedience and ultra human fighting skills and courage. I passed all of their tests and was enlisted into a secret branch of the military. I am afraid I cannot get the Touch and when I was being escorted into the dome, I was attacked and I am afraid I'm broken. I was scheduled for demolition, but I ran away- a rouge robot is most definitely illegal, but the odds you will report me are .2% at their highest, for you are in hiding too." Torex folded his arms, his left arm not wanting to cooperate well, hung lower than the other. He was content with his speech.