"If the armorlike things I saw flying outside the prison ship between the ships during the battle are armors, I guess you could say I'm like a small armor that was programmed with autonomy and a personality." Alright, maybe that wasn't the best way to sum up robots in all their shapes and sizes, but there is a resemblance to his specific model between the human-like shapes and flying.

"Is anyone back there?" Atom calls ahead towards the light down the tunnel. Several voices call back, pleading for help and fretting over finding the way through the dark. Just as Donnie had suggested was a possibility, the normal overhead lighting was still on in the back of the tunnel. Several people are standing in the lit area with supplies on their backs, and their faces light up as Atom and Donnie come into view.