You. You did real good, brother. This body is nothing short of art. all the little malfunctions and mishaps I'd been putting up with for years. Gone. I'm like a new born babe...if babies could turn a human into a cadaver in under eight seconds. Here.  

Thought it seemed pretty obvious. I lost the person watching my back. Then the Scorched came at me from behind. Don't have to be Napoleon to figure that one out.

Sol's been in my corner since we picked him up. Don't think he'd ever seen an Assaultron before me, so when he joined up, I fielded about three days' worth of questions. But the man's good with electronics and good with a gun. Plus, he finds me charming for some unknown reason. Couldn't really ask for more in a friend.