Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper An agonized electronic scream, like the sound of stripping gears, drew theirattention to the corner of the room. From out of the mist walked EV-9D9, a thinhumanlike robot with some disturbingly human appetites. In the dimness behindNinedenine, Threepio could see the legs being pulled off a droid on a torture rack,while a second droid, hanging upside down, was having red-hot irons applied to itsfeet; it had emitted the electronic scream Threepio heard a few moments earlier, as thesensor circuits in its metal skin melted in agony. Threepio cringed at the sound, hisown wiring sympathetically crackling with static electricity. Ninedenine stopped in front of Threepio, raising her pincer hands expansively."Ah, new acquisitions," she said with great satisfaction. "I am Eve-Ninedenine,Chief of Cyborg Operations. You're a protocol droid, aren't you?" "I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg re—" "Yes or no will do," Ninedenine said icily.