One evening, as George worked under the flickering light of an old neon sign, a sudden gust of wind knocked over a box of forgotten parts. A...

One evening, as George worked under the flickering light of an old neon sign, a sudden gust of wind knocked over a box of forgotten parts. Among the clutter, a peculiar blueprint caught his eye. It was old, yellowed with time, and marked with the unmistakable logo of the defunct robotics corporation, ...