Shaking his head, the robotlet walked to the centre of the town, where a neglected park spread out. In the middle of the park, he noticed a hunchbacked old destroid selling cheap gadgets from his meagerly moving shop. The elderly robot waved frantically at him.
"Come closer, robotlet, show me that golden shard you're hiding in your haversack."
"Stay charged for long, old destroid," the robotlet moved closer. "How do you know I have it?"
"I can feel it, little buddy, for about eight days now. Since then, every faulty part of me has ached from it, I can't find a moment's peace," the destroid replied. "That's an evil thing, robotlet, you shouldn't be keeping it with you."
"But it's the only clue I have to my missing sister!" the robotlet burst out and told his story.