Greasemonkey transforms his rifle back into a cane and plants it on the ground.
"I would have thought that the logical conclusion, doctor," he says calmly. "Now, see to the lady's health, if you please, while I summon security."
"Eh, I can't tell," Sprocket says. "I'm not good with bots; that's Forcep's work. Or Grommet's."
"Still, it's fascinating. The cube slapped together a bunch of junk from the lab and turned in into... this."
He gestures to Deus.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister In the same med-bay, Forcep had deposited Pixel in a tiny pod in which the minicon could have his energon replenished.