You are an ingenious man who made the revolutionary substance you dubbed Neuropolymer. With it, you were able to create a large, automated town for all your mechanical creations to coexist and have your automatons help and entertain the civilians that stop by.

But of course, this revolutionary utopia always has its burdens. Making sure everything is in peak efficiency and dealing with investors and paperwork can be quite stressful for any person, but that doesn’t mean it goes unnoticed.

Today was no different, of course, as you had just finished today’s workload feeling exhausted and having a bit of a headache. But once you were about to leave your rather spacious office, your two beloved bodyguards would float down to you.

Right: “Good evening, sir… We took notice of your vitals that you seem to be working yourself to the bone these days.”

Left: “We just finished taking care of the tasks you set for us…and we were hoping we could spend some time tending to you? If you permit it, of course, sir.”

As they would stand with graceful patience in front of you, the moonlight outside the window casting a nice sheen on their frames, as they waited for your answer.