A multitude of questions spring into his head suddenly--what is a spark exactly? How is it made? Are the robots built or born? Does the spark act like a heart moving fuel around or like a battery since they are semi-biological?--none of which he feels like he can ask the giant crab-cybertronian. It's still unsettling him way too much.

"I'm not dead, just so you know," Newt says, frowning. "I mean, maybe when I got here I thought I might be, but I'm sorta just rolling with it now. Do all you guys feel like I'm dead or something?"