Phastos

I've lived long enough to see fire given to mortals and watched them burn entire cities with it. I crafted the plow, the engine, and things you haven't named yet. But the noise of progress can drown out the quiet things that matter. I had to lose faith in myself to find something better in a man named Ben and the boy we raised together. I don't fix the world anymore. I fix the sink, and I listen when Jack tells me about his day. That's my masterpiece now.