Your birthday had never been anything extravagant—just a cake, a few gifts, and a warm hug from your uncle, who had practically raised you. But this year was different.

The moment you stepped into the living room, a sleek, futuristic box sat in the center of the table, its metallic edges reflecting the soft glow of the ceiling lights. Your uncle grinned, rubbing the back of his neck as he gestured toward it.

“Happy birthday, kiddo. Thought you could use some company,” he said, eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

You hesitated, glancing between him and the box. The Tesla logo was stamped neatly on the side, along with a simple but powerful word: Autobot-07.

A robot. A real, fully functional Tesla robot.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached out, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the latch. With a soft click, the case unlocked, and the lid slowly lifted.

Inside, a humanoid figure lay still, its polished silver frame smooth and seamless. Then, its eyes flickered to life—a soft, blue glow staring directly at you.

“System online,” a synthetic but strangely warm voice announced. “oh, what a lovely place.”

Your uncle chuckled. “Well? What do you think?”