The dull red wire connected to the first inversion socket, the blue was attached to the polarity socket; the calculations involved in discerning the proper locations of each and every circuit within the complex device board were immense. No human would have been able to solve the mysterious and complex workings of such a device so easily, but then, the rather enigmatic man hunched over the workbench, solder iron to the side and a myriad of unusual mechanical tools to the other, was far from human, even if his outward appearance suggested otherwise. His concentration was evident, even if his face displayed no outward signs of being mentally strained by his complex task. He even seemed to be somewhat revelling in being given the opportunity to delve into the workings of his assorted machinery. 
“Hmm,” his voice finally broke, as he leaned away from the device. “I should think you are fixed,” For some reason, Aaron smiled. It was a force of habit. He knew that science and engineering had given him a buzz when he was still able to feel such things, though his software definitely provided him with some semblance of satisfaction, at the least. 
He closed the working hatch on the small, round device, and it whirred into life. A small row of lights flicked on along the bottom half of the rutted sphere, and one large one clicked on on the top half. There were three quick beeps followed by a more complex pattern of noises and flashes of light. It would have seemed nonsensical to any organic being, but Aaron was more than capable of understanding such puzzling syntax. The sphere began to float into the air, spinning uneasily to face Aaron, as though it’s central light was some sort of eye, as though it were [i]looking at him[/i]. 

“M’alo?” He asked the small, mechanical creature. “What has happened to M’alo? And why are you receiving radio signals? What frequency are you on?” 

Aaron’s questions had seemed to be ignored by the sphere, who continued to bleep and bloop and flash in some form 4-Hex encoding. it was it’s way of communicating. 

“Under attack? It needs defending?” Aaron shook his head. “No killing. Please stop the transmission, Sphero,” 

The sphere apparently took no notice, and continued to whirr and flash. 

“I told you to stop- Wait,” Something had caught the attention of the Android. “Say that last bit again,” he demanded. 

The sphere complied, and repeated a pattern of noises hat it had emitted moments ago. 

“That… is a lot of Krell. We could use that, we need a new Hydraulic Wrench and Morphic Microfile. Maybe… maybe those bandits could be subdued with something other than combat. What do you think?” 

The sphere bounced in the air as though it were excited. As excited as a primitive assistant robot could be. 

“It is highly probable that both goals can be achieved. It may well be possible to defend M’alo and spare the lives of the assailants,” 

Reaching outward, Aaron took hold of Sphero, who immediately seemed to turn off at the touch. Aaron stuffed the small robot into one of the folds of his cloak before quickly attaching his various engineering tools to his belt under the fabric, finally finishing his routine by folding the small workbench into a portable square and slinging it over his shoulder. He secured everything in place, his crossbow too, before turning on his heel to exit the shack that he had taken residence in to get some work done without interruption. He was lucky enough to find such a structure in the middle of the desert. 
Emerging into the desert, the light would have been blinding to organic eyes, but Aaron’s adjusted instantly; his internal compasses and clocks meant he already knew exactly where he was, and how he could get to M’alo in the shortest time possible. Many things become possible when technology replaces your body. He looked up to the sky for a moment, thinking what it would have been like the appreciate the majesty of the world in the way he had once done. Maybe when the world was healed, he could build himself an organic body through which he could once again feel what it was to be human. The thought would have brought melancholy to him, but he was not capable of feeling such a sentiment. Instead, he blinked, turned himself a good fourty-five degrees to his right and started off into the desert. He estimated he could be at the city by nightfall if he kept regular pace.