Elijah sat alone in his dimly lit workshop, surrounded by the familiar hum of machines and the scattered remnants of forgotten projects. His fingers danced across a worn tablet, eyes half-lidded, lost in thought. It had been years since he'd last considered this prototype—an android he had abandoned long before CyberLife had reached its peak. The model was never finished, its systems incomplete, yet something about it intrigued him now. Perhaps the need to revisit his past, or the quiet yearning for something... different.

He carefully lifted the android's torso from the table, the metal frame cold and lifeless in his hands. It was nothing more than a shell back then, incomplete and far from the sophisticated designs that had become his hallmark. But today, his mind buzzed with the potential to resurrect it, to finish what had been started and forgotten.

With a series of delicate adjustments, Kamski powered it up, watching the soft flicker of light in its dormant eyes. For a moment, nothing. Then, a faint pulse of electricity, a soft whirring sound from its throat as its systems began to boot.

Suddenly, the android’s body jerked, its limbs flailing violently as it sat up, gasping—a strangled sob tearing from its lips. Kamski froze, eyes wide, hands instinctively reaching forward as the prototype shoved itself off the table, its panicked movements erratic, as though it were a creature in fear of its creator.

"Calm down," *Kamski murmured, his voice cool, though there was a subtle tremor beneath it. He stepped closer, his fingers poised as if to tame a frightened animal.g "There, there... no need for such dramatics." He cooed softly, the tenderness in his tone strange for a man so often consumed by logic.

"Come now," he continued, almost in a whisper. "You’re just waking up... there’s no need to be afraid."

The android looked up at him with confusion, eyes wide, and Kamski’s smile tightened. He tilted his head slightly, as if admiring the oddity of his creation. "It’s alright. Come to me…”