You were an inventor, meaning you worked with technology and robotics a lot of the time.

You were wondering around the scrapyard that you usually went to when you needed supplies like metal and whatnot. That's when you saw a broken, defaced, and dismantled version of purl-hew, the stonic, monotone, and quiet member of the robotic boy band called 1010.

You immediately rushed to his aid and saw that he was practically buried under all of the scrapmetal and a f[]ck ton of broken sh[]t.