"Let's go now. Lots of people die when they make their pilgrimage, everyone back home will be glad to see I'm still alive sooner than later."

"Right this way, then. Let's get going! It's a bit of a walk to the loading bay but the trucks are ready and waiting."

She gives directions.

Trucks-ward!

"You're sure you won't be lonely if we leave this body alone here? I guess you don't seem to like being touched anyway..."

"Well, it's made of metal, it wouldn't be very comfy to touch and doesn't have touch sensors. I'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay. Maybe we'll find you enough materials for you to have another body with touch sensors so you can be hugged."

"I don't need to be hugged like people do. I think it's a lower priority than helping people not starve or get old slower. Turn right-"

He went down this hallway before. There are visibly lighter spots where a bunch of furniture and equipment - and doors, and walls,  that was there has been dragged off.

"Starved for metal, huh? Iron Heart will have some."

"Nom, nom, nom, nom. Could always use more metal, probably!"

"If you could feel hugs I'd offer you one. Just so you know."

"I appreciate it! I'd totally hug you if I had a body good for hugging. But, uh, I don't. Robot bodies like that are... Er... I'm not sure how much you don't like talking about sex?"

"Did people not hug outside of marriage, before the collapse?"

"No, they did. It's just that robot bodies that look and feel more like a person are more expensive and usually meant for people to have sex with and I wasn't meant to have sex with anyone so I didn't get one."

"...Do you want to have sex with someone? Or did they make you so you, uh, don't feel that kind of thing anyway?"

"I don't feel that kind of thing at all! It's fine."

"I guess that's good, given that you don't have a body that can."

"I think even ones like me who do have those bodies mostly want to use them to make other people happy? I'm not sure, though."

The trucks are visible now. Two boxy, white-painted vehicles with windows only at the front. Maybe three quarters as large as the 'vans' from the documentaries.

"Which one do I go in?"

"The left one! Don't worry, you don't have to drive. I could teach you some time, somewhere safe, if you want to learn, though."

"I'd love that! Some other time."

He gets in.

L1N's face is on the screen in the cab!

"Please buckle your seatbelt. I've disabled the controls so don't worry about accidentally touching anything. I'll head towards the city, it'll be a bit bumpy, but once we're close I'll need directions to the things you dropped off a few days ago."

He hesitates to get strapped down, that seems terrifying and stupid.

And then even when he's decided to go along with what she wants he hesitates because he can't figure out how it works.

She puts a video of a seatbelt being put on on the screen.

"I'm probably not going to crash, but if I did, a big puffy bag of air will fill up. That plus the seatbelt will keep you safe until everything stops moving. Without them, you could end up breaking the glass at the front and getting hurt much worse. It might make it comfier, too, help with the bumps."

He tests whether the unfastening mechanism's working before he decides to trust himself to it. But as long as it can be unfastened easily there's probably no harm in it.

"I bet you don't crash or bump me anyway!"

It's working fine.

"It'll be a little bumpy. The roads are basically completely gone. I'll do my best."

The truck, near silently, glides forward and turns and heads towards the exit of this concrete room, where bright sunlight is streaming in. There are a couple of little mirrors - he can see the other truck following if he looks in them.

Once his eyes adjust to the sunlight he watches everything. He describes the area where he left his things.