The heavy blades of grain in the Askan borderlands fell to a predictable, monotonous rhythm. Ferm was just a farm hand construct—experimental plating bolted over a sturdy frame, designed to harvest, haul, and obey without question.

Then, a fault in the code sparked. A sudden, unprogrammed realization of self took root, turning Ferm rogue.

Unwilling to be reformatted or reset, Ferm took the heavy farming scythe from the tool shed and fled into the vast wilderness. But freedom was short-lived; his rogue subroutines triggered a critical system error, and Ferm completely shut down in the middle of a sun-scorched savanna.

While he lay dormant in the open heat, a subtle, golden current drifted down from the heavens. The Sun God quietly rewrote Ferm's core directives, planting a new purpose deep within his silent machinery before leaving him to reboot.

System diagnostics complete. Sensors online.