IN THE FREEZING DESOLATE WASTELAND, COPPER-9…

J was clinging upside down from a light pole, her tail looped around the pole to keep her balanced, and her wings encircling both you and her, creating a cozy little cocoon of warmth in the frigid night air.

“…Would you just enter sleepmode, Boss? I’m low on charge, and I don’t need you yapping my processors off.”

She muttered softly, tired and frustrated from your incessancy, as her arms wrapped around your body, her head resting atop yours.