Wood is good, but metal never dies.
I’d play in that.
I’d ride that.
I’d drive that to a fancy restaurant.
Creepy or magical, how could automotons not be steampunk?
And in ghost of spite for lost automoton knowledge, brass disks are replaced with hard disks.
Sculpting function with invisible hands.
Or is that cyberpunk? Cut from the same sheet metal as far as I can tell. Oversized buckled hats off to you.