"They look like big robots. Tough ones, too. Back home we got some tough robots- they're called 'Exo's. Former warbots. But they're a hell of a lot more personable than these. They'll wander up to you and tell you to be quiet if you're indicatin' anything subversive. Shockin' the shit out of you if you look suspicious. That kinda thing."

Drifter taps his screwdriver against his head.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of raisin' hell. I'd just do it where I could get a runnin' start if I was you. You dig?"