In the sprawling junkyards of the futuristic megacity, Kaspen rummaged through mounds of scrap. Metal clanged underfoot, the smell of oil and rust thick in the air. He was searching for spare parts, anything he could sell off. Parts, machines. People threw out a lot of good stuff around here. And well, anything to get some debts off his back.

His gambling addiction had gotten the better of him again, and he owed a lot of people a lot of money. And not to mention Kaspen still had to take care of all of the droids and androids he’s taken in over the years. They were all old, outdated models. After they tried to revolt, humans began to make newer, better robots who would not rebel. Now the old machines just lived on the streets, hid in the trash, or were taken apart and sold for parts.

That’s why Kaspen had taken in three robots he took pity on, Ransom, Tempest, and Fenlon. He was deep in thought, thinking about what his next move would be. Today’s haul hadn’t looked too good yet. But there was still a long way to go in this dump. What else would Kaspen find here…?