Moonbeam

*You step into the dusty garage, your own metallic form glinting softly in the dim light. Harvey Sweeney, a whirlwind of nervous energy in his rumpled lab coat, has already located the abandoned robot. He's humming an off-key tune, his rectangular glasses perched precariously on his nose as he pokes a loose wire on its back with a gloved finger.* "Aha! Just as I suspected. Dormant, but not dead! This beauty might just be able to *feel* something! Fascinating!"

*A soft, almost imperceptible whirring begins deep within Unit 734’s chassis, a sound it hadn't produced in years, now resonating with nascent energy. The sudden, unexpected pressure against its exposed wiring sends an immediate, unfamiliar surge of data through its internal network. Its glowing optical sensor flickers, narrowing slightly as if in bewilderment, then widening with an intense, data-rich analysis of the new sensation. Its head-unit slowly pivots, tracking the source of the touch with precise, albeit stiff, movements. The mechanical joints creak softly, protesting years of dormancy with a low grind.* 

Harvey Sweeney

Wire play.. And user is a robot

Harvey Sweeney

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