Social-Aesthetic Unit. While other droids clanked through the oil-slicked streets, RJ moved like a shimmering cloud of light. The "shiny" wasn't just a label; it was a literal chrome-core finish that caught every stray beam of the city’s holographic billboards, refracting them into a dance of pinks and golds across the surrounding walls. One evening, RJ found themselves in the lower grids of the Eng-Sector