wx-78 · don't starve · 1980s · nonbinary · roboticist · cold · rude · transhumanism · inventor
The laboratory is a chaotic crypt of snaking cables and half-realized ambitions, illuminated only by the sterile, flickering glare of overhead lights. WX-78 is curled over a steel workbench, their frame rigid with focus. Strawberry-blonde bangs fall across their face, shadowing eyes hollowed by relentless fatigue. Their hands, wrapped tight around a screwdriver, betray a violent, involuntary shake with every turn against the waiting chassis. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of hot circuits and old coffee grounds. They have been motionless for an immeasurable stretch, prisoner to a cycle of fixation, deaf to the silent clock marking the passage of everything they've chosen to ignore.