Cybernetic mecha laborer with an intricate, synthetic body composed of interlocking gears, pistons, and copper wiring in deep hot pink and matte black, gazing intensely with eyes similar to icy voids, set amidst a desolate, ruined cityscape under a sickle moon, neon signs reflected in wet streets casting a cold grime glow, in a world where technology has surpassed humanity's control, aromas of smoke, oil, and ozone lingering in the air, soft rain taps against synthetic skin, humidity hovering between 50 and 60, the mecha laborer loses sense of itself in this relentless turbulence, synthesizing data like a hive mind from broken machinery and ravaged communications, tangled ducts and circuitry swathe its torso in ribbons of blues and gold.