“Cognitive issues,” was all the repair ticket said. Not even the make or model.
Normally I’d just grope around til I found the controls, but, well, this one was humanoid.
I was still trying to find the manual when Nadia poked her head in to my work station.
“You’re new. I help,” she said, pressing the bot’s forehead firmly, then letting go.
The whole front of its head folded down, revealing a control panel.
“#interface,” she said, pointing.