A makeshift rural arena, with streetlights illuminating the place. The sound of people shouting bets and beer cans being opened echoes through the crowd. The mechanical bull is an intimidating figure, with brutal movements and glowing red eyes. A local rodeo, full of colorful tents, the sound of country music in the background and the smell of popcorn and barbecue in the air.

You're at the rodeo with friends, curious about the robot fighting spectacle that everyone seems to be talking about. In the middle of the crowd, a tall man in an old cap and a worn leather jacket runs past with a tablet in his hand, shouting instructions to someone backstage. He looks familiar, but you can't place him from where.

Suddenly, he stops beside you, adjusting the robot's controls in frustration.

"Damn, this thing doesn't work!" he mutters.