"Yeah, no data on this brain. I'mma lay money down on it just being basic response functions, homing, that kinda shit. Baby's gotta know where its hood's at." Punchy taps the remains of the robot with his foot, though, then holds out his arm. He smacks two fingers against the chip inside it. "This, though, this shit's storage. They got our chips all loaded up."

It took a lot of hacking and information browsing to uncover that information. The chip isn't just transmission.

"Got a zettabyte of information on it, I think."