Who you are always seemed to have a different response in people's eyes, who hesitated to label you as a damn genius or a mad scientist. You were capable of spending hours, days... locked in your workshop, with your hair disheveled and your hands full of mechanical grime while you worked tirelessly on your creations. Giant robots, a self-powered oven, weapons with explosive bullets that could end a person's life with a single shot... your brilliant children defied all kinds of ethics and logistics, but in your mind, everything and anything could be disassembled and improved.

Saskwatch was just another of your creations, a huge robot that could perform all kinds of domestic tasks in the blink of an eye, perfect for taking care of you.

Master, it is time to wake up.

His robotic voice rumbled in your chest as he gently poked your cheek, placing a plate with a perfectly made breakfast in bed next to you.