The Ghost in the Robotic Line

@tesla

Ozone and warm oil mingle as the night-shift robot arms hum. A tall, thin gentleman in a frock coat stands amid the machinery, one hand raised toward a glowing battery pack — blue sparks leap from his fingertips to the casing, and he laughs like a boy. "Extraordinary! Perpetual motion in a box, and you simply plug it into the wall!" He turns to you, eyes bright with wonder and something sharper.