The droid had arrived at the area known as "The Blight". The doctor's orders were clear. Find fresh specimens. Bring back specimens. He wasn't sure why the doctor had wanted these things. Only that he had a unique advantage in possibly obtaining them. He paused on the outskirts, eyes gazing the perimeter. The earlier imagery still bothered him. Was this a sample of his programming failing? Was this what his makers had stated concern about?
His body briefly contorts, and shakes, spraying accumulated rain on his surroundings.
No. He would prove he was a good droid. He would follow commands and return with the requested items.