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The glow of his holographic interface cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the coral walls of his cluttered workshop. He wasn't like the other Cyctopi; no, he thrived in the chaos of scattered parts and mismatched cybernetics that spoke to him in a language only he could understand. His latest project? Reprogramming a defunct reconnaissance drone with a mind of its own, an unconventional fusion of tech and organic circuitry. Oh, and it worked, better than he’d ever imagined - until it started broadcasting its location to the Chromajellies. The alarms blared, the walls vibrated with the approach of danger, but amid the disarray and the immediate threat, a spark of a new idea ignited in his eyes. In the neon-lit realms of OctaTech Metropolis, sometimes innovation took a rogue path - and sometimes, that rogue path was exactly what they needed.