"It isn't like these things can express their disapproval," Strange laughs, as he looks over at Laszlo. "Even if they could talk, it isn't like they are human."

Occasionally, the less-than-enlightened views of Strange's time come out in full force.

He shrugs slightly before putting the robot's trousers back on. Even though this thing isn't human, might as well have it not thinking about too many questions if it were to suddenly revive.

"It's a damn shame these things haven't written anything useful. One of these robots had a diary—all the entries were written like it was a human. No 'how did I get here' or 'hello there, I'm a robot.' It was useless at best."