The boy stepped outside.
Attempting to look intimidating.
Though he barely came to Jedriek's chest.
"What was that?" he whispered. "You chase me all through the station and leave? Don't you want your stuff?"
Jedriek shook his head. "Keep it. You earned it outrunning me."
He turned to the door. Looked it over.
Held up his gauntlet to scan the door and figure out the best way to repair it. "Let me fix the door I broke."
"Why do you care?"
The scan came back, showing what lysteel parts he would have to synthesize. It was not much, just enough to fix the mechanics. A couple of scans with his gauntlet would adjust any internal programming issues the computer had.
He held out his hand to materialize the parts. The lysteel started to form the pieces needed to fix the door hinges and chunk of the track he had broken.
"I broke it," he said. "I should fix it."
"Whoa," the kid said. "How did you do that?"
He handed him a part as another one was produced.
"I am a cyborg. It is the lysteel."
"Lysteel? I don't know that one."
"Polymer metal that moves like liquid then hardens when necessary. Can be programmed to do whatever needs to be done."
"How come you're not selling this?"
"Who says we aren't?"
"I would have heard about it by now if you were," he said. "I hear a lot in this place."
"I am sure you do," Jedriek said he started to repair the door's mechanisms.
The boy watched him for a few minutes. "So are you humanoid or a robot?"
Jedriek shrugged. "Depends on the day."
"What are you right now?"
"Humanoid, I suppose. If I was a robot, I likely would not care about your door."
"Probably." The boy crossed his arms. "You probably broke a half-dozen things up there in that fight in the market. You going to fix all of that?"
"I doubt it," he replied.
"What makes me so special."
"Need not greed motivated you today. I understand that."
"So you're helping me because you don't think I'm greedy?"
"You are not trying to screw me."
