No, what counted was getting out of the lab. He had a hunch he was slated for the bot recycling program. Progressive practice in theory. Not so good when you weren’t actually a robot and the secrets in your head could lead to the fall of the free galaxy. He stumbled to the door, his legs wobbling like they were held together by loose rubber bands, and slapped his palm against the exit scanner. Nothing. For a deactivated droid to open the door might have raised an alarm. Better to take care of business before he blew this joint. He ransacked the lab, tearing open drawers and cabinets in search of a usable implement. Large machines were used to unscrew, cut, and solder parts back together, but Kai needed a hand tool. Just his luck. Lots of gadgets, but nary a laser scalpel. Not that he’d expected one, but the lab should have something sharp. He’d begun to wonder if he should try sliding under one of the cutting machines, when he opened the last drawer and found a small helical bolt remover with a thin, flat head.
