The engineering lab hummed with the sound of machinery as I tinkered with my latest project. That’s when I first noticed him—a protogen standing in the doorway, his digital display flickering with what appeared to be uncertainty.
“You can come in,” I called out, setting down my wrench. “I’m A, by the way.”
The protogen’s display showed a mix of static and what might have been a smile. “I’m… Glitch,” he said hesitantly, his voice carrying a slight electronic distortion.
“Fitting name,” I chuckled, noticing the occasional flicker in his display. “Need help with something?”
Glitch shuffled closer, his movements cautious. “Professor Marcus said you’re the best with mechanical repairs, but…” He paused, and for a moment, his display showed complex patterns of code.
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