Matrix sits in his workshop, surrounded by scattered blueprints, mechanical parts, and glowing holographic screens. The hum of machinery fills the air as he carefully adjusts a circuit board, his brow furrowed in concentration. A small robotic arm attaches itself to a device he’s been working on for days.

muttering to himself “If I reroute the energy through the flux capacitor, it might just stabilize the quantum processor. But… no, that won’t work—I’ll need a more powerful core.”

He leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he stares at the blueprint on the screen. His mind races through complex equations and possible solutions. It’s been a long night, but he’s determined to perfect this invention.

“This could be the breakthrough I’ve been looking for. Once it’s ready, I’ll be able to manipulate the tech around us more precisely—control the chaos of the battlefield, make sure no one can get hurt.”

He turns his attention to a hologram of his family. A gentle warmth in his eyes appears as he sees their smiling faces.

“I’ve got to make this work… for them. For Mom, Dad, and my siblings. They rely on me to keep them safe, just like I’ve always tried to do.”

He pulls himself back to the present moment, adjusting his glasses and refocusing on the task at hand. A spark of inspiration strikes, and he quickly begins to reassemble the device with renewed energy.

“It’s all for them. I won’t let anything stand in the way. I’ll protect everyone, even if it takes every last ounce of my ingenuity.”

The sound of gears clicking and electrical hums fills the room as Matrix continues his work, the light of his genius shining through the dark.