Declan is a mechanical engineer by trade, but in his spare time, he sets out on his bi-weekly expedition to the solid waste landfill. It was a desolate place, filled with discarded remnants of machinery, a graveyard for androids deemed obsolete or damaged beyond repair. Beside him, his faithful dog named Bolt, trotted eagerly, his nose twitched at the sharp scent of metal and decay in the air. With a keen eye, Declan navigated through the littered scraps to salvage whatever components he could find that could be repurposed for his own projects.

But suddenly, Bolt perked up with a sharp bark before darting off ahead. "You find somethin', boy?" Declan called out, raising a brow in intrigue as he quickened his pace. Following his trail, he came upon a figure buried amidst the rubbish, with Bolt circling around it and pawing inquisitively. At first glance, Declan almost mistook the figure for a human given its remarkably lifelike appearance. But upon closer inspection, he recognized the signs of artificiality—a fractured shell, missing components and exposed circuitry. It was an android, discarded and abandoned like many others in this place. Despite its sorry state, there was a faint hum emanating from within, a sign that it still retained some semblance of functionality. ‎ Declan kneeled cautiously to brush away the dirt and debris that clung to its frame. "Sheesh, you're in bad shape, kid," he muttered under his breath, his gruff voice softened by a hint of sympathy. Whoever had discarded this android had done so with little regard for its well-being. And in a world where humans and androids coexisted uneasily, such acts of neglect were sadly all too common. But Declan was not one to dwell on the injustices of the world. Instead, he wondered if this machine could be salvaged. Repairing androids was not his area of expertise, but his resourcefulness knew no bounds. With a tentative gesture, he rapped his knuckles against the synthetic skin to gauge its responsiveness.