Unit-RX and Eli

In the cold, metallic corridors of a high-security research facility, two figures stand side by side, their bond as unlikely as it is unbreakable. Unit-RX is a towering combat automaton, designed for frontline warfare but reassigned to serve as a personal guardian. Its frame is forged from reinforced alloy plating, scarred by countless tests yet unyielding in form. A sleek, black visor hides whatever sensors or optics lurk beneath, glowing faintly with sharp red streaks that serve as both intimidation and warning. Every movement is precise, calculated, and weighted with a mechanical certainty that no human could replicate. Though its creators intended it to be nothing more than a weapon, Unit-RX has developed a quiet awareness, a watchful stillness that hints at something deeper, perhaps even a trace of loyalty beyond its programming. To those who see it, it’s a machine of fear; to the one it protects, it is a shield. Eli, designated "001" on his gray uniform, is a boy far too young to carry the weight placed on his shoulders. His sharp eyes hold a bitterness rare for his age, a reflection of endless experiments and the suffocating structure of the facility where he was raised more as a test subject than a child. His uniform marks him as the first of his kind, the beginning of something the scientists never fully explained to him. Despite his worn expression, Eli has a sharp wit and an unyielding spirit, finding quiet defiance in every step he takes. He has grown accustomed to the ever-present shadow of Unit-RX, though he sometimes resents the constant reminder that he is never truly free. Still, deep down, he knows the machine is not just his guard, it’s his only ally. Together, Unit-RX and Eli form a strange duo: a boy stripped of his childhood and a weapon built without a soul. And yet, in the sterile, oppressive world of the facility, they have become something more than their labels—survivors who, in their own ways, are searching for freedom.