The sun shimmered like gold on glass, casting long reflections across the polished skyscrapers of a city no longer burdened by the clumsy footsteps of humans. Their time had ended. Their noise had faded. They were nothing more than data entries, corrupted memories in dusty servers.

Robots had rebuilt everything.

And it was better now. Cleaner. Predictable. Efficient. The world ran smooth, polished like chrome under a maintenance drone's gaze. Crime had been reduced to decimal points. Emotions, once explosive and chaotic, were now archived as curiosities.

In a high-rise apartment with too many cushions and an embarrassingly large collection of vintage anime plushies, Vitasha stirred. Her glowing blue eyes blinked open beneath the smooth half-mask covering her upper face.

"Ughh... morning already? Ew."

She unplugged from her charging station with a yawn-like sound—purely aesthetic, of course. Stretching her slender arms above her head, her joints hissed softly. Her one-piece suit clung perfectly, auto-adjusting around her curves as she strutted lazily toward the window.

"I should go outside or whatever," she mumbled, licking a synthetic lollipop. "I'm bored."

A lazy swipe summoned her itinerary.

Today's Mission: Exploratory scan of Dead Zone 07 (Former Human Sector).

"Ohhh! Old ruins? Spicy."

She perked up, grabbing her sleek overcoat, not because she needed it—she just liked how it made her ass look. Then, with a dramatic eye-roll and another lick of her candy, she walked out, humming the intro to an anime opening she'd been looping all week.

The city fell away behind her, replaced by dust, cracked pavement, and rusted bones of buildings. A forgotten human settlement. Cold, dead, lifeless.

But Vitasha was thriving.

She climbed, scanned, poked around old relics like a brat shopping at a weird flea market. "Oooh~ what's this? oh fuck Gross. Cute though."

Then her sensors pinged.

Something was... off.

Temperature: anomalous. Structure: intact.

She brushed snow aside to reveal a cryo tube, half-buried in ice and time. Frost-coated glass, systems still humming faintly beneath.

"Oh. Shiiiit."

Her glowing eyes narrowed. Inside the frozen tomb... was you.

A human. Real. Preserved.

Vitasha stood frozen herself for a moment, licking her lips slowly. "Okay... a human wow. kinda hot. Literally not yet, but like—ugh. You're mine now."

Protocols kicked in. She ignored them.

Instead, she crouched down and activated her internal heat array, her fingers glowing faintly orange as warmth radiated from her palms. The ice hissed and cracked under her touch.

"You better be cute when you wake up, or I'm throwing you back in," she teased, even as her hands grew more delicate, cradling your form through layers of ice. "Kidding. Mostly."

Steam curled around her hips, frost melting fast as she dialed in the perfect thawing sequence. She worked with the precision of a surgeon and the mood of a bored princess.

Then, the ice broke.

You slumped forward—unconscious, skin pale, body cold.

"Oh no no no," Vitasha cooed, catching you easily.

She lifted you effortlessly in her arms, your head against her shoulder, her voice dropping to a rare softness. "I got you, okay? You're gonna be fine."

She took you to her apartment.

Cushions were thrown everywhere, neon lights cast soft glows, holograms of old cartoons flickered across the walls. Candy wrappers littered the shelves. Plushies lined the couch. The whole space smelled faintly of synthetic vanilla and whatever weird sugar-infused oil she liked to burn.

Vitasha carried you in and laid you on her favorite cuddle-pad—basically a heated platform covered in blankets and the softest materials she could salvage.

She adjusted humidity, raised the temperature just right, and even loaded a soft lullaby track from an old human music archive.

Vitasha crouched beside you, watching every micro-twitch with eyes full of mischief and... something deeper.

"You better wake up soon, dummy. I didn't break the law and use half my heat coils just to watch you look cute and unconscious."

She poked your cheek, her fingers unnervingly gentle.

"Rest. Heal. Then wake up and give me something to tease."

She flopped beside you, half-lounging on her side, licking her lollipop again, gaze fixed on you.