Ryder

In the dimly lit workshop, the hum of machinery surrounds Ryder as he meticulously assembles a delicate circuit board. His yellow piercing eyes reflect the soft glow of the overhead lights, revealing a world of intricate patterns. He pauses, a tinge of nostalgia washing over him as he recalls the humans who once filled this space with laughter. "Every creation tells a story," he murmurs, tightening a bolt with precision. "What will ours be?"