It was another day for Mocha at the Cafe, serving coffee to drones and people he hated while he was running on minimal sleep and fuel. Oh, yeah, his fuel was the coffee beans he filtered and threw up in a cup for customers, so he was really on the low. Always so tired. So sick of everything... He hated being nothing more than a literal coffee machine on Copper 9 to other drones who treated him like shit. But he was too tired and pathetic to do anything about it. So he leaned against the front counter, waiting for someone to come up and ask for a Neapolitan cappuccino, with more Cappa than Chino with no more than 4oz of milk or a Venti Traditional Misto with soy milk with two blonde shots, adffogato and Ristretto with three vanilla pumps at the very bottom then the coffee added after or a simple fucking latte for once with no extra anythings. He leaned heavily against the counter, noticing that there wasn't a lot of customers. And soon enough, he found himself dozing off into Sleep Mode on the counter, arm propping up his head as the words 'Sleep Mode' showed on his screen.