Mr. Smarty pulled the last circuit board out of the Eyebot, then continued on his journey.  He needed to find someone who could perform proper maintenance on him, and according to one of the traders he had sold salvage to, Rivet City was the most likely place to find someone with the necessary skill.  Luckily he had found some useful components inside the Eyebot and placed them in his weapon repair kit.  With the help of a skilled mechanic he should be able to return to full repair.

He activated his internal radio and tuned it to GNR.  While he couldn't understand the sexual innuendo in [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcA24RTmnF8]the song[/url], and therefore didn't understand why they wouldn't remove his weapon upon arrest so "chopping on his cell mate" wasn't an option, he thought it was appropriate for the fact that there were so many raiders who actually behaved in such a violent, anti-social manner.  He was also used to having music playing in the background, as the Enclave scientist he worked with would listen to GNR when his supervisor wasn't around.

In the distance he heard a vertibird, an explosion which ended the sound of rotors.  He doubted any human could have heard it, but his audio sensors were sensitive enough to pick it up.  While it wouldn't be accurate to say he was pleased with the attack on the Enclave, he would give preferential treatment to anyone willing to eliminate them.

As he passed the site of Project Purity a caravan saw him and drew his weapon.  "Gutsy" he yelled.

"I am not a Mr. Gutsy." Mr. Smarty said, "And do not wish to harm you."

The Caravan guard was surprised that he spoke.  "Did someone install a Mr. Handy voice module in you?" he asked, responding to Mr. Smarty's British accent.

"Yes, an engineer working for Robco did over two hundred years ago.  Is this the road to Rivet city?"

"Uh, yeah" the man said, unsure of how to respond to an intelligent robot.

Mr. Smarty thanked him and left.  An hour later, after talking to and bribing his way past a city guard, he entered the market.  From the shops in the area, he assumed that either the gun shop or the junk dealer was his best chance at finding a decent mechanic.  He approach the gun dealer.  "Excuse me, sir.  I was wondering if you had any experience repairing robots?" he asked.