Zlaw’s Echo

“It’s yours if you want it,” said the salvage yard owner dismissively. She didn’t even remember when that particular piece of rubbish had come in. It might have been here when she took over the place. Either way, it was now part of the walls, like so many other scraps of metal like it in this literal dump. It would probably be worth more melted down than as it was, but she had never gotten around to doing that, prioritising newer discarded equipment, easier to dismantle. But now, there was a little lady staring at it intensely, so she figured she might as well get rid of it if she had the opportunity. She could always use the space. The girl seemed fascinated by the the object in question. It hardly had any shape anymore, but she did recognise it must have been a droid once. A humanoid one at that, based on the semblance of a face she swore she caught a glimpse of, beneath the dirt covering every square inch of it. That depression had to be an eye socket… There was barely anything...