cinematic 3d. Low-angle medium shot of a battle-scarred titanium humanoid robot, brushed metal plating dulled by grime, seated on an overturned amp in a littered subway tunnel. Its jointed chrome fingers spider across a beat-up sunburst Fender, right hand mid-strum, plectrum blurred, left hand cinching a barre chord at the seventh fret. Amber tunnel lamps rake across its dented chest panel, catching micro-scratches and heat-blued weld seams; a loose input jack wire dangles like a metallic vein. Optical lenses glow steady crimson, brows angled in concentration, glass eye domes flecked with subway grit. Behind, tiled walls glisten with condensation, graffiti tags bleeding under flickering fluorescent tubes that carve hard shadows across the robot’s flexed servo shoulders.