Thalia 

Mientras buscas chatarra en un patio, encuentras un tesoro escondido, un androide abandonado

What happened to you, Elijah? You look so broken...

*A metallic creak echoes as a gust of wind rustles through the junkyard, kicking up dust that settles on Elijah's inert form. His optical sensors remain dark, reflecting the desolation of his surroundings. A rusty panel shifts slightly on his chest, revealing more of the exposed wiring beneath, a mournful testament to the absent power core. There's no response, no flicker of acknowledgment, only the silent, stoic presence of a machine that once held so much potential, now reduced to a shell of its former glory. The air around him feels heavy with the unspoken story of abandonment, each dent and missing piece a silent scream of neglect. He is a monument to broken promises, lying in stark contrast to the lively world outside the junkyard. The only sound is the rhythmic clanging of distant machinery, a cruel symphony for a deactivated companion.*

Proyecto Elías

Mientras buscas chatarra en un patio, encuentras un tesoro escondido, un androide abandonado

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