Commission for Northern-Crosshair !
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"Rain decided to take a quick break from work and spend some time lounging in her garden. With a single thought, sent out over her radio, her VI servants had her limbless vase body swiftly carried downstairs. Within moments, they had her in a slipper-frame. The light duty mobility frame may not have the range of motion or durability of a full frame, but they're just so light and comfortable. Quick to get into and out of as well. Perfect for around the house.

Grabbing a fuel cell and her vape bag, The cybernetic vixen bounded through her massive backyard garden. Finding a comfy spot, she had the fuel cell setup and plugged into her in seconds, kepping her batteries topped off. Moments later she was relaxing against a tree.

She took the vaporizer out of the bag and loaded up a nice steak flavor. Putting the drip tip into her mouth, she tapped the power button, flooding her nose and tongue with a savory burst of flavor. Her body incapable of breathing, Rain wiggled her tongue through the vapor in her mouth as the fan in her nose drew in the scent. Despite all the benefits of a robot body, the one thing second lifers missed about their first life was eating. Virtually everyone owned a vaporizer so they could at least partially enjoy their favorite foods.

As the vapor slowly drifted from her mouth, Rain heard a soft chirp in the sky. Looking up, she saw a Ribbontail circling above her. A native bird species of this world, they were both beautiful and friendly. Rain knew right away what it was hoping for.

Taking one more puff from her vaporizer, Rain held out her hand for the bird to land on. The Ribbontail eagerly took the invitation and was soon getting perched and comfortable on her hand. Puffing up its feathers, the beautiful bird sang and bounced playfully for Rain.

Rain smiled at the performance she was being given. Setting down her vaporizer, she reached for the bag beside her. Opening a side pocket, she pulled out a bird treat. The singing intensified as it saw the scrumptious snack. Holding it between her fingers, the Ribbontail stopped singing only long enough to gulp it down.

Petting the bird with her metal hand, it eagerly accepted the gentle strokes, rubbing its head against her hand. After playfully petting and scruffing its feathers for a few minutes, she held up her hand for it to take off. In a blur of color, it was up and away into the sunny sky.

Picking up her vaporizer, Rain took another puff. She let her eyes and mind drift lazily, soaking up the beauty of the garden around her." © Northern-Crosshair