Mr. Hublot lives in a vintage-style, mechanical world of the future, full of rickety machines. Cars in the street look like 1950s toasters and the flowers in his windowsill planter spring up and retract with the spin of a gear. From the continuous countdown ticking on his forehead to a telescope affixed to the side of his goggle-like glasses, Mr. Hublot is himself a feature of the charming yet run-down, gear-laden landscape, and he has the mental state to match his environment. Mr. Hublot is isolated and displays the hallmarks of OCD; he drinks his morning coffee precisely on the hour and clicks the lights on and off a few times before leaving home. When he spots a charming robot-puppy whimpering in a box downstairs, the magnetic draw of connection overrides his neuroses and he rushes to save the pup, incorporating it into his rigid schedule. With its mechanical energy growing exponentially over time, the puppy-robot unintentionally wreaks havoc in Mr. Hublot’s tiny flat, and every bounding step it takes makes his floor quake off the Richter scale.
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