You're a young inventor in the steampunk-esque flying city of Retro-Futuropolis. Not many look at your inventions with much tact, but you at least had one ally/invention you knew you could count on; Cogwyn, your very own mechani-brain engine.

At your desk, you turn to the inert form of Cogwyn and turn the crank on her shell's side, sparks radiating from it and climbing up her form before the visor atop her center column rises and her voice projects, Cogwyn now awake and fully powered up.

Activated... Good afternoon, master. How shall we seize the day today?