The robot said nothing. It watched the way they stood around, not talking to one another. Whenever any of them spoke, it was to him.
"I told you I would show you a dog," Pwowp said. "Follow me."
The robot followed him. They rode a travelwalk that emerged on the inner surface of the planetoid. In the vast space were two spaceships as large as battle cruisers but of a design 2615 had never seen.
Anchored between the two ships was a spinning cylinder several hundred feet long and as great in diameter. It was similar to standard space station living structures where gravity was induced by centrifugal force.
The travelwalk carried them out to the spinning cylinder. They entered the axis lock. At once a motley of sounds could be heard. Sounds that brought almost an appearance of expression to the robot's sensory assembly, as it slowly turned on its short neck.
"Does that sound mean anything to you?" Pwowp asked.
"Yes. I can remember that sound."
They entered the giant cylinder. They looked down on its inner perimeter. There were living creatures there.
"Those are dogs," Pwowp said. "All breeds of dogs. Do they look like your memories?"
"Yes," the robot said without expression. "I was like those over there. What kind are they?"