Jesus. Neil had wanted to get Alex the damn book without the pomp and circumstance, but it seems that is unavoidable. Especially when Alex looks like he got whipped with the depression belt.

Neil watches him for long minute, apathy taking hold. "I bought it for 2 caps. The guy didn't know what he had." He inhales sharply. "I'm not into robotics. You are, Alex, so keep it."

Take it. Do whatever the fuck you want with it.