Panels, grids, and façades fold across a humanoid chassis as if the skin were sampled from skyscrapers mid-demolition. The chest hosts a clean three-pane window—neither symbolic nor sentimental, just placeholder logic rendered in sharp geometry. Arms are layered in translucent strata, each gesture a cross-section of spatial intent. At the top: a screen, not quite a head, not quite a mask—floating with nested UI elements and retinal symbols like a placeholder face waiting for input. Surrounding it, gradients bleed from fluorescent green to digital neon—less a background than a broadcast. There’s no illusion of life here. This is a presence formatted for display: optimized, segmented, and slightly too upright—built not to feel, but to be interpreted.