The Revenant

The bald orange desert of Plytos has a mole: a dark, precancerous mote, glinting dully in its yellow M-class sunlight.

A closer view gives the occlusion scale: a pattern of overlapping lines, flat black, anodized. Something moving at their center, a mechanical shudder. Robot arms tending a slender white rectangle with robot reverence -- a platter, a pretense, bracing an infill of pristine, gleaming black droid.

Darkdroid.

Reborn.