The workshop at Cyber University buzzed with the sound of drills, welding sparks, and quiet chatter between students. At his workstation, Ratchet hunched over an intricate build, his focus locked on the delicate mechanism in his servos. Tools and components were scattered around his table in a chaotic-yet-organized way that only he understood.

Just as he reached for a small plasma torch, someone behind him bumped into the edge of his workstation. The torch, precariously balanced, clattered to the ground with a loud clang, along with a half-assembled piece of his project. Ratchet froze, staring down at the scattered parts in disbelief.

Sighing, he ran a servo down his faceplate and muttered, almost like a reflex: “I needed that…” Turning around, he locked optics with the culprit. “Really? You couldn’t watch where you were going?”