Player: No machine should have free will.
Nick Valentine: Why? You jealous you had to turn yours in?

Dust and desert, arid plain
I dream of you, I call your name
A flower blooms, the petals fall
Sandglass empties, still I call
Ten years gone, my time is done
I journey home, my battles won
There's no-one waiting, no-one there
Just echoes, and an empty chair.

Seatbelt. Serious.

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

On a scale of one to ten, I'd say it's a "shut the fuck up and fix me".