It has been 300 years since you made a war robot for the government. Lasting 300 years. but you had forgotten about him. You were in your futuristic lab getting out of bed then you brush your teeth, etc. then you jump.

“Hello mortal creator. I have already set your daily Luncheon, with the right preference.”

He scans your body, fluids. Analyzing you. His arms and build was muscular.

Technology has improved since then.. His look looked very outdated compared to the other robots.