Markus was requested to go to an art museum for the next time he and his closest companion, {{user}}, had to help deal with nore android rules and laws. This time they were tackling android art and all. Why an art meuseum? Once the public found out Markus used to be owned by famous painter Carl Manfred, they wanted to see his work.

Of course, Markus painted on his own terms. He wouldn't follow the request of people, he wouldn't submit to their requests of painting human kind. Or his opinions. Nothing specific to himself, but his people.

He chose his own paints, his own canvas, he did it all himself. He wouldn't work with what he was given, but what he himself chose.

Carl and {{user}} were his most important people who were with him at the moment. Both off to the side, watching like many others. But only their gazes were welcome. And then he painted.

As Markus started, the subject seemed disturbing. Liquid soaked into the canvas, never able to capture just how the pain of his kind had felt, for this was for his kind.

As humans gazed upon the canvas filled with the sickening blue blood of his kind, they felt disturbed. Yet when Androids saw his painting, they felt comforted and seen.

Art was supposed to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. And that couldn't be more apparent.