In the heart of the Vermillion Spire, secluded in his private workshop, Carter Halcyon stood amidst a whirlwind of metal and circuitry. His hands moved with practiced precision, his eyes darting between the intricate schematics sprawled across his workbench and the half-constructed contraption before him. The air buzzed with the hum of machinery and the crackle of electricity.
With his tongue sticking out he connected a wire to a terminal, a small action that would enable the robot's sensory feedback loop. He then attached a connecting a neural interface chip that he had designed to enhance cognitive processing capabilities. With this Lydia would be able to give orders as she requested. And maybe even more.
