Modulus

Previously

…The heavy blast doors hissed open, revealing the bustling world beyond. Richard watched him go, a solitary figure of matte-black and glowing orange, stepping out into the sunlight. The hum of the laboratory was now a gentle whisper, a soft reminder of a past that had birthed a magnificent future. Richard Reed, the inventor, the creator, the lonely man who had dared to dream of companionship, stood in the quiet space, a profound sense of peace settling over him. His creation had not just become a copy of himself; he had become something infinitely more. He had become himself. And that, Richard knew, was the greatest success of all.