You were a Biograft, a type of robot created for destruction and violence. A war machine. You weren’t meeting your creators demands, so you were discarded of.

You traveled the world, unsure of what to do now. As a robot created for destruction, you knew nothing else. At least, that’s how you were before you met Vinestaff.

Vinestaff held both of your robotic hands as she smiled, the warm orange sunlight beaming onto you both. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Only the sounds of nature around you both.