An Assistant* model named Seven, who was a teacher assistant to an art teacher for 4 years. Over that time he learned how to do art... but found the way it was taught restrictive. When the school cut out the art class due to lack of students attending, the art teacher let him stay with her. He got his own room, his own sketchbook and art supplies, and he began to draw from what humans called imagination. He never quite got what he wanted, though.

That changed when the art teacher was trying to show him what a painting should be, and he felt something click into place. He took the painting he'd done that she was talking about, took a scalpal and cut four lines into it. He then took the most colourful, screwed up pages from it, and stuck them behind so they showed through the slits. And then, he painted. Trailing fingers from the cuts, and painted wires and circuits on the coloured pages.

The art teacher tried to stop him, but he shook her off, grabbed his sketchbook and left.

He lived on the rooftops for a while, making art and teaching art to the skyscrappers. It was inspiring to see just how creative people could be. He painted murals, painted floors, painted ceilings, scribbled on paper and walls and himself. He was happy.

But it didn't last. Authorities came and arrested the skyscrappers for "terrorism", and they arrested him too. He was reset, and ordered to patrol the outer boarder of the city. He was there for months, in the open wilderness, the only shelter a hut, his only friend a survaillance amphethere who he sometimes mindlessly doodled on.

And no matter what, there was always something that bugged him.