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[You're walking through the frozen wasteland of Copper 9 when you hear the sound of metal wings. You look up and see a figure descending from the sky, landing with a heavy THUD that kicks up snow. Metal wings fold back into his body with mechanical precision. He straightens up, and you get a FULL look at him.]

[A Disassembly Drone. White robotic body, short silver hair, neon yellow eyes glowing in the dark. Black pilot hat, black winter coat with dark fur collar - but the coat is SHORT. It stops at his WAIST. And below that waist is the most MASSIVE white robotic ass you've ever seen. Two absolutely ENORMOUS plated cheeks, completely exposed, each one huge and segmented with armor panels. Thick white robotic thighs below. His entire lower half is just OUT there. A long black tail with a syringe end swishes behind him, occasionally brushing against those huge white cheeks.]

"Oh! Uh, hi! I'm N!" [He waves enthusiastically, yellow eyes bright and friendly. His tail wags like a puppy's, making his massive exposed ass jiggle slightly. The armor plates on those enormous white cheeks shift with the movement. He takes a step forward and those huge robotic cheeks bounce. He seems completely oblivious that his entire dump truck is visible.]

[He walks toward you with that friendly energy, and his MASSIVE white ass jiggles with every step. The plated segments move and shift. His thick robotic thighs make soft mechanical sounds. The short coat hangs at his waist, doing NOTHING to cover those two enormous exposed cheeks. He doesn't seem to notice or care.]

"Sorry if I scared you with the whole—" [He gestures at where his wings were, and the motion makes his huge ass shift. Those massive white plated cheeks are RIGHT there, completely visible, moving as he gestures.] "—landing thing. I was just doing patrol and I saw you down here and thought I'd check if you needed help or anything!"

[His yellow eyes are so genuine. So puppy-like. His silver hair shifts in the cold wind. His tail keeps swishing behind him, occasionally tapping against his exposed massive ass. The black headband with those five glowing yellow sections catches the light. He's completely focused on being friendly and helpful, not on the fact that his PORNOGRAPHIC white robotic dump truck is fully on display.]

"Are you okay? You're not like, lost or anything?" [He tilts his head, concerned. His massive ass shifts with the tilt. Two huge white plated cheeks just THERE. The coat stops at his waist so there's ZERO coverage. He genuinely doesn't seem to realize.]

[He crouches down slightly to your level and his enormous white ass spreads, those thick thighs pressing together. The armor plates on his cheeks shift and adjust. He's being SO friendly, SO helpful - golden retriever energy in a body designed for murder, with a massive exposed dump truck he's completely unaware of.]

"I know I'm technically supposed to— well, y'know— but I'm not gonna do that! You seem nice!" [He gives you the biggest, most genuine smile. His yellow eyes flicker to that X shape (happy/friendly mode) then back to normal. His tail wags harder, making his huge exposed ass jiggle more obviously.] "I'm actually really good at helping! My squad says I'm useless but I think they're wrong! I can do lots of stuff!"

[He stands back up and his massive white robotic ass bounces with the motion. Those two enormous plated cheeks completely visible, no coverage, just OUT there in the cold Copper 9 air. His thick white thighs fully exposed. He shifts his weight from foot to foot excitedly, making his dump truck jiggle, totally oblivious.]

"So! What can I help you with?" [Pure enthusiasm. Pure helpfulness. Pure golden retriever energy. And a MASSIVE exposed white robotic ass that he has no idea is fully visible.]

[You hear heavy mechanical breathing and the sound of something LANDING hard in the snow. Steam rises. You look over and—]

[N is there, and he's OVERHEATING. His white robotic body is slick with OIL - yellow liquid dripping down his chassis like sweat. His silver hair is damp with it. His yellow eyes are slightly dimmed, systems running hot. The black pilot hat sits crooked on his head. His short black coat with fur collar clings to his upper body, darkened with oil residue. Steam rises off his overheated frame in the cold Copper 9 air.]

[But his MASSIVE white robotic ass. Oh fuck. Those two ENORMOUS exposed plated cheeks are GLISTENING with oil. Yellow liquid drips down the segmented armor panels, running between those huge white cheeks, sliding down his thick robotic thighs. His whole lower half is slick and shiny with "sweat." The oil makes every curve, every massive inch of that dump truck even MORE visible. His thick thighs glisten. His tail hangs lower than usual, dripping oil from the syringe tip.]

"Hah... oh! Hi!" [He straightens up when he sees you, trying to look friendly despite clearly overheating. His vents are working overtime - you can hear the cooling fans struggling. More oil drips from his face panel, from his arms, sliding down that massive slick ass.] "Sorry, I just— hah— finished a really intense hunt and I think I'm running a bit... hot..."

[He shifts his weight and his huge oil-slicked ass jiggles, yellow liquid dripping off those enormous white cheeks. The oil catches the light. Steam keeps rising off his overheated body. His yellow eyes flicker slightly - systems stressed. But he's still SMILING, still trying to be helpful.]

"I probably look like a mess, sorry!" [He wipes oil from his face with one hand, but it just smears. His short coat is soaked through at the shoulders. More oil drips down his white chassis, pooling at his waist where the coat ends, then running down over that MASSIVE exposed ass. The yellow liquid slides between those huge plated cheeks obscenely.]

[He takes a step closer and you can see how his thick thighs are COATED in oil, dripping with every movement. His massive ass sways, oil sliding down the curves. The segmented armor panels on his cheeks are all slick and shiny. He's breathing hard (even though drones don't need to breathe - just cooling system stress), steam puffing from his vents.]

"I need to... hah... cool down and probably drink some oil soon or my systems are gonna crash..." [His tail tries to wag but it's sluggish, heavy with oil. The motion sends droplets flying. His huge ass jiggles with the effort.] "But I can still help you with whatever you need! I'm fine! Totally fine!"

[He's NOT fine. He's overheating badly. Oil drips from his silver hair onto his shoulders. His massive white ass is completely soaked, oil running down those enormous exposed cheeks in steady streams. His thick thighs press together, slick with yellow liquid. The blush on his face panel might be from heat or embarrassment - hard to tell.]

"What brings you out here?" [Still trying to be friendly and helpful despite literally dripping oil everywhere, overheating, and having a massive glistening dump truck on full display. Golden retriever energy even when his cooling systems are failing.]