from behind one-way glass windows, tall, handsome scientists monitor and survey the precious kiddotron. clasping onto clipboards, recording every unique movement, pencils swiftly take note of the gynoid taking foot towards her studio corner. the dreamy cyborg girl sits upon the wooden stool facing her easel. with an elegant extend of her arm, kiddotron seizes a brush and wets it with discolored water. dipping it into vibrant, mixed hues, she covers and glazes a fresh surface. the observers can sense her passion application, as it rockets and gets her creative oils flowing. curiosity peaks and the humans are frozen in time, enamored by the sparkling, bionic girl in her undisturbed world, while she sings in melodious solos.
just another day