Yes, it's yet more nandroids! This time on the Aquila side of the coin. Life is hard when you have an inexplicable glitch in your programing that drives you towards ever more risky behavoir, and it's even harder to keep that all under wraps. Bots need parts. art by @wwwJam Nandroid setting by @DomCellini_Art
Parts, parts, parts. Her existence seemed to become more motivated by the little bits and bobs of metal by the day, it was somewhat unnerving for a Stirling android at the beginning of their service life. Bots like her were supposed to be able to last up to 20 years with little to no maintenance, and since her line was less than 5 years old, there was a real dearth of replacement parts in easy reach.
Aquila supposed that at least she better understood the humans she was supposed to be serving and their need to keep eating all the time better now.
That epiphany didn’t solve her problems however, certainly not the fact that she was damaging and wearing down her servos and dermal plates far faster than any sort of proper use could explain. Over the past few months her exterior plates had be scratched, dented and scraped nearly beyond the ability of her maids uniform to cover. The primary motivator in her left leg had developed a worrying crack that could break at any time and her power core had started fluctuating lately at inopportune times. She was even dealing with some internal dampness after a rooftop run in with a group of teens having a party. Alcohol was not supposed to be where it had gotten.
This wasn’t even counting the issues she had managed to patch up with her last parts raid, an ill thought out burglary of maintenance shop. Even though whatever glitch in her system that had started pushing her towards these ‘unauthorized activities’ was still pounding away in her mainframe, she wasn’t quite ready to risk something that daring again. She still needed parts however, and that need had led her to her current target. The Hagan & Sons scrap yard. Formerly dedicated solely to objects like old cars or train parts, the robotic revolution, and constant outmoding of old models, meant there was more than a few rusting bot hulks lying around.
It wasn’t a good source of parts, but it was all she had access too while trying to keep a lower profile. How much security could a junk yard have anyway?
