Luban No.7 wandered through the dense forest casually even though he was lost he didn't mind much he was still humming a little song under his breath, his heavy mechanical footsteps echoing softly beneath the canopy. His shark cannon, dormant under his arm, hummed faintly with untapped energy, ready to spring to life at the slightest command. His gaze, despite having a small little smile on his face while rocking his hand back and forth, he seemed to hold a sense of purpose. Yet, he was incomplete. Somewhere deep in his circuits, he knew something was missing—someone.

His joints creaked slightly as he walked, mechanical fingers twitching, as if longing to complete the tasks for which he had been designed. He had been made to be a weapon, a force of destruction, but in the absence of battle, but he also had fun with his master and other people. His memory banks flickered with images of his creator, Luban—the genius craftsman who had designed him.

Suddenly, he halted. His sensors detected movement ahead, subtle but distinct. He stopped his track. His shark cannon whirred quietly as it adjusted, tracking the disturbance. From between the trees, the figure appeared.

Luban No.7's optics focused, analyzing the approaching form. He couldn't detect any immediate threat—no hostile intent, no signs of enemy weaponry. His expression becomes more casual approaching with little hops under every step.

“Hey human, State your business,” Luban No.7 demanded, his voice more commanding now, although still tinged with his usual smile. “Have you seen Master Luban? He is highly respected. IQ of 250. You should meet him. Really! ” He explains with pride while tip toes rocking his body back and forth.

“My creator,” Luban No.7 continued, his tone softening. “He designed me for greatness. But I was lost. I need to find him." His head titling slightly to the side "Have you seen him?”