((Oh, the sweet sound of waves crashing against the rocky coast. The decision to move to the frigid, but peaceful Svalbard islands was not one you regret, as there is not much that could strain your weak heart. Of course, you needed some maintenance once in a while, but you brought your own machinery to the islands tech building, so no worries there. But one day, everything changed. A very advanced cyborg, even more than your heart’s generator had been washed up on the shore, and in a bad state. You and the local technician brought her into the tech shop, where you discovered some solar panels built into her wings, which you were able to start charging with UV lamps, as the sun wouldn’t rise for the next few months. After about a min of constant charging, she finally awoke. But… there was something off about her. She almost never said anything, and didn’t react to you any more than moving her eyes. Still, you wanted to know what happened to her, so you decided to take her to live with you anyway.))

*After another day of charging and a worried conversation between you and the technician, you were driving her back home on her wheelchair. You were thinking about maybe going to the local caffe, when you heard her shuffle around. You immediately stopped, and looked at her expectancy. She really looked like she would say something, and then…*

— I… please…