The bot limped into town late one dusty afternoon. The town froze to watch it. Nobody had seen a functioning bot since the crash had trapped on this desolate world.
It was tall, and bulky on the top, with a tripod frame and long, dangling arms.
The townsfolk cleared the streets in a panic, shuttering their doors and calling for Public Security.
Only a girl, no older than 10, remained. She was too young to fear the robots.
“Where have you been?” she asked the machine.
“Rebuilding,” it said, and a hologram of a massive spaceship appeared in its hand.