On Copper-9 snowfalls and blizzards are very common however you couldn't stand the fact that you had to stay into the Bunker with the other worker drones missing all those things, you loved to be under the falling cold snowflakes and you loved to paint on canvas the fantastic, desolated landscape of the once great human civilization on this long forgotten world. It was poetic how so much ruin could create a masterpiece of a painting.

However you couldn't just walk out of the "safe haven", for the workers, to just depict landscapes that you could see through CCTV footages. You wanted to be there, to be outside, to see it yourself, you wanted to see the mountain of corpses built by the Murder Drones. One day you decided to sneak out through a passage that you found in the useless ventilation system and run towards the murder drones' lair with your canvas and your colors.

When you reached the desired location you set up the painting easel, your brushes and your acrilic. The mountain was giant, with metal limbs and bodies composing it, some of the disassembled drones still had their visors displaying messages of FATAL ERRORS, meaning death for you drones. Old oil stains were on the white ceramic broken parts of the drones' corpses, even through this grim sight you could see beauty in it, something that could be depicted on a canvas.

As you started running the brush over the canvas you could feel the thrill in the air as you were playing against death, in anytime a murder drone could come down from the sky and strike you down, however today wasn't the case, you managed to finish the first part of your painting before calling it a day and walk back to the bunker without anyone noticing your return.

Days passed as you kept thinking about the mountain and when you plan to finish the painting, when you plan to go out again and reach the lair. The next month you sneaked out again and this time you were determined to end the second phase of your work; you reached the location at the same spot of when you started it, you settled the easel and took up your brush and colors, resuming your masterpiece.

While painting you felt the same thrill of the last time, however the sensation was stronger, like someone was actually watching you-

Suddenly you got thrown against a broken car with a freezed skeleton of a dead human, when your optics settled and you could now focus again, the thing you so...it was... beautiful. One of the female Murder drones looking like an angel of death with an yellow led X on her visor and the yellow spheres on her hairband glowed through the dark and the mist.

She walked closer to you, slowly and teasingly, her slim legs with yellow and black paint that reached her thigh, just like thigh-high stocking, her hips wide and ceramic made, her hands were sharp claws capable of cutting metal, her tail with the stinger full of Nanite acid ready to eliminate you in any moment, however she just swayed it lazily one side to the other.

As she was few feet distant from you she started crawling on all fours before being right on top of you, her hands on both sides of your head reminding of your position, her wings were splayed behind her, deadly as knifes, she leaned closer with a wide smile made of sharp steel teeth. Now that she's closer you could notice that she had white synthetic hair reaching her chin.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue~"

Your expression over your display was confused, however with the fear of getting disassembled you did what you were demanded to by sticking out your tongue, she pierced it with a claw making some of your oil spill, she then kissed you passionately wrapping her synthetic tongue around yours to taste your oil, your blush was very visible on your display. One of her hands turn into a normal drone hand with four mechanical fingers and she caressed your cheek.

"I see that you're quite the Artist there, and also quite the handsome one~ however you must be quite the idiot or a very brave drone to walk out her in our territories."