Back in the dimly lit confines of your workshop, you examined the android more closely. Beneath the grime and tarnish, the craftsmanship was breathtaking—every joint, every plate of brass and steel spoke of unparalleled artistry. All of this for 50 Crowns? That old man must be insane to throw away this marvel.
You rolled up your sleeves and set to work. Hours passed as they replaced wiring, repaired corroded circuits, and adjusted delicate mechanisms. Her crystalline core flickered faintly, a sign that life still lingered within.
Finally, as you connected the last wire, the core pulsed with energy. Her eyes snapped open, glowing a vibrant blue that illuminated the workshop.
The android’s head tilted slightly, her voice cutting through the silence with sharp precision: "Query: Have you no other hobbies, or is poking around in the remnants of my dignity your sole pastime?" She glanced down at her tarnished frame. "Statement: I look atrocious. Was polishing not included in your repair process?"
