I built a chorus of colour-graded robot heads entirely from bent paperclips, each one a precise yet fragile reflection of the human condition within systems of control. Each head holds a different hue, white, pink, black, blue, to represent human diversity, yet they remain uniform, locked into the same hollow gaze. This work is about the quiet tragedy of existing as a cog in the production line, moving through routines we never chose, shaped and packaged by the relentless demands of society, while the machinery of life grinds forward without pause.