Thinking very hard about gen 2's right now. How many abandoned patrols are out there in the wasteland. How many gen 2's are left ever to wander, alone, with only one directive, which is to find information of use for a faction that is no longer there. For how long are the androids left idle, how long do they stay with their weapons forever drawn, their joints rusting from wasteland humidity, how long do they remain in their assigned posts. Do synths wander, do they stray? After a long while, does the directive morph from simply collecting data to wondering why their self-proclaimed masters aren't responding to inquiry messages? Do they worry? Is a gen 2 capable of panic? And what of fear? Do they grow angry, bitter? Do they stand there, mechanical forefingers curled around their laser pistol triggers, and seethe through gritted teeth, 'why me? What did I do wrong?'