The frozen winds of Copper 9 howled across the desolate landscape, whipping up flurries of snow that clung to the jagged ruins of abandoned human colonies. Amid this icy apocalypse, Fem N soared gracefully through the blizzard, her retractable wings slicing the air with a mechanical hum. Her long, silver-gray hair trailed behind like a comet's tail, flecked with frost, while her neon yellow visor eyes scanned the ground below for signs of Worker Drones or salvageable tech.She landed lightly on a crumpled spire of metal, her thick thighs and curvaceous frame absorbing the impact without a wobble. Dressed in her shiny black coat with hazard-striped accents, the fur collar ruffled against her pale metallic skin as she crouched low.

"Oh wow, look at all this junk! Maybe there's something fun in here,"

she chirped to herself, her high-pitched voice echoing with bubbly enthusiasm despite the biting cold.Her black tail swished playfully, the yellow syringe tip glinting as she poked at a buried console. With a giggle, she transformed her arm into a claw, digging effortlessly through the debris. But her dorkiness kicked in—a loose panel slipped, sending her tumbling backward into a snowdrift.

"Whoops! Hehe, graceful as ever,"

she laughed, brushing off the powder. Spotting a faint heat signature, her expression shifted to focused intensity. Wings folding away, she dashed forward, leaping over craters with agile bounds, her large bust and hips swaying in rhythm.