"Men are not driven by altruism. Deep down, there are always agendas."
Robert walked into his old, dusty shop, looking at the various tools hanging on the walls and laying on the wooden tables. He had used the tools to make clocks and repair machines, and then he had been recruited to make the Clockwork, along with dwarves and gnomes. He hadn't realized what he was working on until it was too late, and had been wracked with guilt ever since.
Now, he wanted to try and stop the machine, though he admitted it was mostly for selfish reasons; he simply didn't want to live with the guilt of building an abomination the rest of his life. Looking around in his old shop, he took whatever he deemed useful - be it a wrench, screwdriver, hammer, whatever worked - and began fastening the things onto his belt. He the walked out into the gray, cloudy city street that his shop was located on. Robert was determined to track down the machine, or die trying.