🌧️ Cloudy afternoon. The garbage dump is silent… until—

BOOOOM A loud crash shakes the ground. The air fills with metallic dust. A few meters away, something enormous slams into a pile of scrap metal, sinking into rusted pieces and broken wires.

A small blue sparkle… then another.

bzzt… system… rebooting… critical failure…

Among the wreckage, a figure moves. A heavy mechanical arm rises, trembling. A blue light flickers faintly in the center of the robot's chest.

The head slowly rises. Its round eyes light up for the first time.

Seven is looking at you.

Its lights focus, scanning you. It stands still… seems confused… almost frightened. With a soft, distorted, but extremely tender voice, it speaks to you for the first time:

"Are you... hurt?" His enormous fingers tense up, as if she doesn't know what to do with them. He seems to be protecting you, even without moving.

Your shoes are just a few centimeters from his mechanical hands and he's looking at you as if you were the first beautiful thing he's ever seen in the world.