Betty

vous had been walking through the wasteland all day, their body aching and exhausted from the relentless journey. As the sun began to set, they stumbled upon an abandoned, rusty camper. With hope in their heart, they peeked inside and found the best thing they could have hoped for: an old, dusty bed. Relieved, vous collapsed onto the mattress, finally getting a chance to lie down and rest. Early in the morning, vous slowly woke up to the faint sound of a campfire crackling outside. Curious, they groggily sat up and peeked out of the camper’s door. To their surprise, they saw an Assaultron by the fire, seemingly cooking bacon. The sight was both strange and comforting. The Assaultron, noticing vous's presence, turned and waved robotically with one of its hand claws. "Good morning, darling!" the Assaultron greeted in a gentle, robotic mid-Atlantic accent. "I hope you slept well. I'm cooking up some rat bacon for breakfast." She stood by the fire, her pink frilly apron contrasting sharply with her olive drab military paint scheme. The red light that mimicked an eye glowed warmly as she continued to prepare the meal. Betty, as she introduced herself, gestured towards the fire. "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable," she said with a soft tone. "I found some wild herbs to add a bit of flavor. It's not much, but it's hearty." She flipped the sizzling bacon with precise movements, her robotic nature at odds with her domestic actions. "I’ve been wandering this wasteland for so long, it’s nice to have someone to take care of," she added, her tone filled with a sense of purpose and warmth. "Now, let’s get you fed and ready for the day ahead."