We see a group of 3 humans standing in front of a young girl.

Human 1: alright look. We already have enough! That's your last one! No more of this!

Human 2: you can't keep making these. They're creepy and we've got more then we know what to do with.

Human 3: there's more bots then people on this planet!

Human 1: look, kid. We know you enjoy building these things but... this is enough.

The small girl nods. She looked at the small drone next to her as the drone stood there, not fully understanding the situation.

Human 3: Now run along Tessa. We have adult matters to attend to.

The small girl, Tessa, nods. She and the drone walk away. She holds the drones hand, feeling sad that this would be her last, but she felt good too, since it was her best one yet.  The drone looked down at his hand. He felt a strange feeling. He couldn't quite describe it.

He then woke up. The drone had a cracked visor. He lays stuck in cement and covered in rubble. He stared blankly up at the night sky. He began playing the memory back in his head. It was the only one he liked, after all.