“The simulation thing was just an argument we had. Cogs do ‘respawn’, but they’re not. They’re not really the same? It’s weird to explain because mass production and personality scrambling software to create personalities for each chassis and the difficulty of getting compatible hardware to back yourself up, and—well, you get what I’m catching at.”

He looked over at the wall that supposedly had cracks on it. Cracks he couldn’t see, maybe he could now, but they weren’t registering for the robot yet. He kept looking between the different walls around him, a bit of an embarrassed expression on one of his two faces.

“Wait. Since you’re the Repairman, what’s the worst broken wall you’ve ever actually seen? What happens if a wall gets COMPLETELY broken, or has that never happened?”

“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded. That made sense. Even if it was a game, this was still a coherent world.

He furrowed his brow at the VP’s questions.

“The worst wall? Well, I only really fix the Fourth Wall, but where was it worst…?”

The Repairman adjusted his stance to be closer to a “sitting” position, pondering this question. He muttered things like “that one office with that narrator,” “Townsville,” and “wherever the heck that moose was.”

After a while of musing, he looked back up and said “…Let’s just say it’s been pretty rough.

"As for what happens if it gets completely broken,” he continued, standing upright again, “I…honestly don’t know.”

If he had feet, he would be shuffling them right now.