"Even the Mechanoid cooks advised us to eat more lightly, but most people, like me, can not control their appetites," the old patriarch confessed after coughing and wiping some grease from his lips with a tissue.
Henry nodded in understanding.
The tribe had previously lived in the desert where resources were scarce, and their diet had been limited to things like dried rats and the juice from cacti.
However, he believed that most people would eventually become aware of the health implications and make some improvements.
"Did any problems arise here after I left?" Henry inquired.
The old patriarch shook his head, then something seemed to occur to him.
He smacked his forehead and said, "Well, there is one thing. A new Mechanoid from the production line, unit 107, seems to have a bit of an issue with its processing unit."
Henry perked up and urgently asked, "What's the situation?"
