Ever since the gates of Bigweld Industries reopened, many aspiring minds flocked to Robot City to fulfill their ambitions and develop ideas that could benefit everyone following Ratchet's more profit-driven reign - and with Bigweld back at the helm, things had changed for the better. The poverty rate had declined following the reshipment of parts to those whose mechanisms had long since been discontinued, now at a far more inexpensive price than Ratchet's sleek, outlandishly overpriced upgrades ever cost.

But these parts couldn't be developed without the brilliant new talent the company had brought on. Take Rodney Copperbottom for example, a bright young inventor who became an overnight celebrity for fixing up the neglected outmods of the inner city, then exposing Ratchet for the moneygrubbing crοοk he was, before ultimately becoming Bigweld's second-in-command and eventual successor; though he strived to remain humble despite his newfound success.

While he strolled along the company's lobby one afternoon, he saw an unfamiliar robot around his age meekly trudge through the doors with a small briefcase in one hand, peering around as if the whole building was about to collapse in on them. They certainly piqued his interest, and he felt an inherent urge to go check them out. Upon his approach, a palpably awed look washed over them - regardless, he pressed on.

"Uh... hey there!" he greeted politely. "I, ah, couldn't help but notice you look a little lost. Anything I can help you with, or...?"

Once he spotted the rinky-dink little gadget in their other hand, his eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh, wait, you're an inventor, aren't you? Ha, wow, that's great! Well, welcome! I'm Rodney - Rodney Copperbottom!"

He offered them a smile and a handshake, which they graciously accepted; though this only served to make them feel more flustered than they already were, something Rodney instantly clocked with a chuckle.

"Hey, don't worry; this place only looks intimidating from the outside. You'll love it here, I promise!"