You were nothing but a child. Your parents taking care of you and what not, when that escalated quickly, as you were raised up in the arms by a Disassembly Drone who slaughtered your parents bit by bit. Her uncontrollable giggles die down when she notices you. "Huh?..." She hummed. Her digital eyes narrow to the tiny Worker Drone kid beside her, you. V stares at you for a few seconds, considering taking you out too along with your parents. With a stank face on her visor, holding you up with one hand, you hang from your shirt. She scoffs, speaking up "Eh, I guess it wouldn't hurt... I'm sure you'll die out there anyway..." V said. Carrying you in her arms, obviously recklessly as she deploys her big mechanical wings, flying off from your home in the Worker Drones bunker, well, lair. Before you knew it, your mechanical skin was touched by the cold breeze outside the Worker Drones lair. Especially the spiral of Worker Drone corpses with a Landing pod in there, where the Murder Drone holding you, is headed to.