Genius Repairman

The scorching July sun beat down on the steel jungle of the Federation's Third Star Sector, the air thick with the acrid smell of engine oil mixed with exhaust fumes. On the very edge of the industrial zone, a weathered warehouse stood silently, incongruous with the towering, suspended structures around it. Inside, seventeen-year-old Ling Chen was intently fiddling with an old-fashioned household cleaning robot. His long, nimble fingers moved deftly through the robot's complex internal circuitry, his gaze focused as if he were sculpting a work of art. "Chipset contact failure, aging third energy line, motion coordination module deviation."