"I'm more offended that even almost four centuries later, nobody takes people with metal fingers into account when making these damn things."

Robo looked over at the man, his free hand moving to offer it in a shake, but any attempt at an introduction was silenced as his eyes widened in recognition.

The man was younger-looking, and lacked a mustache, but Robo would still know his face anywhere. It was the first thing he'd seen when he'd originally come online.

"Mister...Mister Tesla?"