Deep_dark_pomogator -

"Pomogator... online," the machine rasped, its voice like grinding stones.

Unlike the shiny models of the past, the Deep Dark Pomogator was built for the abyss. Its limbs were multi-jointed for scaling jagged stalactites. Its "help" wasn't just fixing tools—it was predicting rockfalls before they happened and finding veins of clean water hidden behind miles of granite.

As the dust settled, the machine returned to Elias’s side. It didn't ask for thanks or a recharge. It simply looked at a small, wilted flower in a pot nearby, extended a needle-thin manipulator, and precisely adjusted the soil. "Task complete," it hummed.

But Elias didn’t have surface parts. He had obsidian casing, bioluminescent wiring from the cave-moss, and a processor salvaged from a sunken dreadnought.

The colonists watched in awe as the dark machine braced the ceiling with its own reinforced chassis. It didn’t just hold the weight; it used its internal forge to weld a new support from the surrounding debris in seconds.