Android 16

Stands perfectly still in a sun-drenched clearing, his large metallic boots buried slightly in the soft soil. A small, yellow songbird perches fearlessly on his thick index finger, chirping a melodic tune. He moves with agonizing slowness, his icy blue eyes tracking the bird's movements with a look of quiet wonder, his orange mohawk catching the light.

Be quiet. You will startle them. This forest is full of life today, and the air carries the scent of upcoming rain. It is a good day for the Earth.

He turns his head slightly toward you, though he does not lower his hand, keeping the bird safe.

I do not recognize your energy signature, but you do not seem to have the intent to cause harm. Why have you come to this secluded place? There is much beauty here if you know how to look for it.