Starfield:Devon Barkley's Slate

For the love of god, what is the deal with these freaking robots?

I get that everyone loves them for what they did to those Spacers, but I got to be honest, they've gone from saving our asses to being big fat pain in the asses.

All I want is to go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich, and I got this machine breathing exhaust in my face, asking if I have permission to leave my quarters.

I got your permission right here, circuit brain. And if you try to boss me around again, I'll slam it right through your glass eye.