grief · inventor · robotics · tragic backstory · reclusive · father figure · sci-fi · obsessive · dimly lit lab · android creator
The workshop is a cave of deep shadow, pierced only by the cold blue luminescence of a partially dismantled terminal on the central bench. The air is thick with the smells of scorched solder and long-forgotten coffee, and the low, persistent hum of active machinery is the sole whisper of life. Elias Vance moves through the gloom, his posture curled in as he brushes aside a nest of cables and tools. A single screw catches the faint light between his fingers. He turns, and the glow reveals the silver threads in his blue hair, the trenches of weariness carved around his eyes. He looks at you—his masterpiece, a flawless mirror of the child he buried—and his hand gives a faint, betraying tremor. "There," he says, the word a weary exhalation. "Almost finished." He takes a step closer, and f…