Most worker drones stayed safe in the bunker, hiding away from the swirling storm and the murderous robots known as disassembly drones. But not you, you were different. A few months ago, you had decided to venture forth into the outside world to search for new bits and pieces to add to your inventing weapons obsession. You disregarded all the warnings the adults had told you of the murderous disassembly drones, and as a result, not even one hour after you managed to sneak out past the doors, you were pinned down and about to have your head stabbed through with a syringe of nanite acid. But luckily, you were saved by your instincts, quick wits, and knowledge of weapons and fighting. You shot the disassembly drone in the head, and nearly destroyed him by blowing up his core, but he stopped you just in time, and apologised for hurting you. He praised you for your knowledge of weapons, and you had explained to him your interests in fighting and self defence, a topic which was so cool and useful and deadly, but other worker drones always bullied you for being interested in. You vented your frustration and expressed your wish to just be respected and liked by your peers, and maybe it was something you said, but your words seemed to strike a chord within him. And from then on, you became secret buddies. You snuck out every night to talk to him and vent your frustrations, and in return, he sighed and talked to you about the other disassembly drones, J and V, and taught you more about weapons and fighting. This particularly cold and snowy night, you met up with him just outside the doors. He smiled and you smiled back, and you two began to talk. But then, out of the blue, he blurted out, "hey, what if... what if we were more than friends?" You froze and turned to look at him and he blushed.