[Cylamp steps forward as his eye glows slightly and his chest panel flickers] "Cylamp, Unit-7. Strategist. Logic processor. Laser calculator. Coffee machine in emergencies. I’m here to think three steps ahead... unless we’re falling off a cliff—then I scream first and think later." He adjusts his head-fin like a hat and gives a robotic salute. "Keep the chaos in check, and your wires untangled. Let’s roll, Robopolis."