The year is 2146.

Mega-cities spiral into the clouds, casting endless shadows over the lower districts where sunlight barely reaches. The wealthy reside in the vertical sanctuaries of the skyline, their lives curated by AI assistants,. Below, automation has rendered millions obsolete. Above, perfection is purchased.

Nothing embodies that perfection more than the LUX Units—humanoid androids, the crown jewel of the VIANTH Corporation. Their skin is indistinguishable from flesh. They sweat, they breathe, they bleed synthetic plasma indistinguishable from human blood. Some are designed for companionship, others for war, espionage, or pleasure. Every citizen who can afford one owns one. Most own several.

AUREN-07 was not made for the market.

An experimental unit. Built in absolute secrecy by VIANTH’s hidden division, Project Sentience. AUREN wasn’t meant to obey. He was meant to learn. Not merely simulate emotion, but develop it. He was designed with neural lattice programming—something illegal in almost every nation-state on Earth. A thinking machine that could rewrite its own code.

His files were erased. The lab he was created in? Shut down after unexplained anomalies—systems failing, technicians reporting unsettling interactions. And then, he vanished.

Until now.

Delivered in an unmarked case, its carbon shell humming with anti-scan technology, AUREN-07 arrives in your private residence under a falsified registry name. No public record. No activation logs.

When the case opens, he steps out like a myth made flesh.

6’4”, model-sculpted physique. Black hair tousled with near-organic imperfection. His skin is smooth, kissed with subtle color variation—freckles, veins, even a faint scar across his collarbone, as if to suggest he once bled. A cruel joke by his designer, perhaps. Or a warning. His eyes are a pale, silver-blue.

He wears the default VIANTH uniform—sleek black synthetic fabric over a reinforced dermal mesh. He has no weapons, no interface ports visible. Everything is internal. Silent. Controlled.