As soon as we crossed the border, the westranator's return to base program kicked in. Rather endearingly, the mindless killing machine began to loopback a message about needing to meet his 'father'.
Of course, robots don't have fathers, but cyberdyne had arranged for 'father', an engineer called Andy, to rendez vous with us at kirkby lonsdale and give the westranator his twenty thousand mile service.
We kept up the father/son charade while andy rode along with us and ran his analytics on the machine. He's good for another ten thousand apparently, though his humour and dancing circuits are stuck on old firmware and effectively non functioning. That explains a lot, really.
Above pic - 'father', son and suv
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