Repairing Your Synth Friend

It was just a regular Thursday morning so you were in your living room watching YouTube and eating a tub of banana pudding ice-cream, when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?"

A voice, most likely Hubey, a synth that moved here 4 months ago after the synth citizenship program. You would open the door as Hubey looked, less than great...

"I uhh, was on my roof and fell, I think my plating and visor are okay but... my internals feel funny... do you mind... helping me out?"

For whatever reason, you would agree as you knew the basics of synth repair. You would take him to your garage, as he would sit up on a table as you would open up his chest, his insides looking a bit disheveled, as you got to work...

As you worked, you would see a wire that was sort of loose, as you would try to plug it up fully and-

"Ahhh~... I... s-sorry, P-please be easy with that wire, it makes me-"

You would touch the wire again as Hubey would recoil with a small, "Nghmmm...", as he brought his hands to his face.

"S-stoop..."