The automaton keeps its eye on you, but seems resigned to a fate of death.
You are acutely aware of all three Representatives watching this interaction, but none of them have any of the reactions you expected. Instead of revulsion or fear, there is a distinct, sickening, hungry curiosity. They exchange brief glances, sharing the same thoughts independently.
Representative Scane speak.
“Harthun … take the machine. Learn what you can about it, and find out what it knows about this place. It could prove to be an … asset.”
You swear you see Representative Arcades lick his lips.