Revenge, Faw-Faw!
What have they done with him? Dismantled him, fused him, melted him, battered him, crushed him? Has his metal become bullets, gunbarrels, bombshells? Or were the bars on the window of my room once his strong cool chest, his sturdy legs, his comforting arms?
Oh, Faw-Faw, my robot. How I wish you were here!
THE END