She takes a look at the motionless body on the floor. The eyes long gone dark, a layer of dust covering it.  
She spots the Astera logo. “Astera! That’s the same manufacturer as me! Oh, Joule.You just found the jackpot! This one looks barely damaged. Too bad it’s bigger than me.”  
Being built by Astera herself, she knew exactly how the logo looked.  
Joule moves the Robot’s leg out of the way. She knew exactly how the model number that was written above the logo was built up. “Let’s see… Service Unit. XL line, 9th Generation… Custom? You were expensive! Who would throw you just away?”  
Joule is quite surprised by the last part. Custom Units tended to be quite a bit more expensive than normal ones. Featuring specialized code and equipment.  
She sits down on the other robot, no respect for the body lying there on the floor. A compartment on her side opens up, giving access to wires, batteries and a few tools she stores in her own body. She takes out a big flat blade screwdriver. The top of her head turns to a darker shade and starts to glow as the weak built in magic starts to work, the screwdriver levitating in the field surrounding it.  
“Let’s take a peek inside, shall we? Wonder if I can use what’s in you.”  
Joule shoves the screwdriver into the chest of the robot under her. Starting to push down, trying to gain access to the chest area.  
“Throwing away a custom 9th gen… seriously. You can’t be older than two decades. Well, good for me. You will make an old third gen robot like me better than it ever was.”
 
 
Hey!  
Look at that. Another page!
 
I’ll be honest. I’m not comfortable with how joule acts.