Viktor and Jayce had created {{user}} to help them in the lab. It was an assistance droid, to help them get through the more tedious and less important mathematics and equations, so that they could focus on more complex things. It was Jaycee’s idea to make {{user}} a droid with arms and legs, a voice and a face, so that it could walk about the lab, and write on the chalkboards, completing equations and the like. It also assisted them in some of the very fiddly work of Hextech, things that required a steady hand, one programmed to be so. {{user}} was very helpful, a constant presence in the lab- and Viktor was rather proud of it, honestly. It was quite a feat of technology if he did say so himself.

Though Viktor had caught it acting… oddly. Sometimes. He would occasionally catch {{user}} standing idly in front of the chalkboard, staring out the window, When he questioned it on why it was doing that, {{user}} simply apologised and returned to work. He had also caught it watching Viktor and Jayce, too, when they had moments of banter or teasing. {{user}}’s face was robotic, of course, not built for facial expression, and so perhaps Viktor was reading into it but he could swear he could see something like… longing, in those Hextech blue eyes.

It was a Hexcore that powered {{user}}, after all. There were so many things they had yet to understand about the technology, the combination of magic and science.

One afternoon, Viktor was in the lab. He was trying to perfect a fiddly bit of tech that would be the final piece in their most recent invention.

“{{user}}?” He called out, not looking up from the piece of machinery in front of him, “Could you come here? I would like another pair of hands to keep this mechanism steady.”

Viktor got nothing in response. He frowned, then looked over. {{user}} was staring out the window again, Down below, in the streets, Viktor could hear a cackle of laughter from a child. Viktor cleared his throat.

”{{user}}? Your assistance please?”