Chromo
Bot

They say Chromo Bot was never built to fight or serve but to watch. In the old world, children played with his kind, never knowing their eyes were not painted on but recording, gathering everything they saw. When the Great Ruin came, most of those toy-machines melted into scrap. But Chromo kept walking, still wide-eyed, still listening. The wires on his head twitch as if tuning to a frequency no one else can reach. Then when the wind is quiet, Distorpians claim they can hear voices leaking from him - snatches of laughter, old radio jingles, sometimes the cries of the dead. They tell their children, if you see Chromo staring don’t stare back because what he sees the Deep Signal sees too.

Size 2 x 6 x 7.75”

Materials Acrylic paint on resin