The Robot Who Ran on Rhymes

In the meticulously organized, metallic world of Cogsworth, everything ran on rhythm and reason. Cogsworth wasn't powered by coal or electricity; it was powered by poetry. Specifically, the Great Rhyme Generator, a magnificent, spinning brass machine at the city's center, needed a constant stream of perfect, rhyming couplets to keep the gears turning. Every citizen—from the tallest Clockwork Mayor to the smallest Washer-Worm—had a job ensuring the verses were flawless. Bot-7, a small delivery robot with oversized wheels and a perpetually helpful antenna, felt the rhythm of the city deep in its core. But lately, Cogsworth was troubled. The Generator had stalled, missing one critical component: the final, perfect Syllable needed to complete the inaugural Poem of the Year. Without it, the metallic music of the city slowed to a grind. The Senior Engineers worried. They had checked every circuit, polished every gear, and even consulted the ancient Mechanical Muse, but the Syllable was nowhere to be found. The city's power was rapidly dimming.