RedGiant : Reactivate your Cyborg friend

Your big ol' empty noggin contains exactly no knowledge about robotics!

RedGiant: Hey, RedDwarf?
RedDwarf: Yeah?
RedGiant: Do you think we can revive this cyborg? He was so helpful!
RedDwarf: Huhhhh... Maybe. Saw something for emergency restarts on the fabricator, go bring it over there and check that.
RedDwarf: Neutron can handle it when they're done.
RedGiant: I'll give that a try!

You partake of some eavesdropping on the conversation over there.

WhiteDwarf: Training in the blade, acrobatics, gymnastics, speech, movement, stealth... surgery, chemistry, everything to cudgel my flesh and my movement into a shape that I could accept.
WhiteDwarf: It is how I learned my medical knowledge, and how I learned these arts of intense violence.
WhiteDwarf: Now this living, breathing irony is broken again, and the hole must be filled with more clumsy narrative garbage.
WhiteDwarf: I could look at that arm and call it mine, and it's gone now. I'll look at this one and call it mine too, certainly, but it won't be an easy process.
WhiteDwarf: It is a joyous one but it is a straining one, Neutron. I feel stretched thin just to fill the shape of my identity.
WhiteDwarf: How can it precede anything naturally if its contours take so much of me to fill?
WhiteDwarf: What's left to have a cause at all?

RedGiant : Using your prodigious bulk, haul Cyborg into cover from the hall and nearer to the fabricator so Neutron doesn't have to walk back and forth as much.