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dronebiscuitbat · 6 months ago

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 31)

Today was the day that Tera got her toddler body, complete with arms, legs, and a real mouth, not just a speaker. It was also the day they would find out her hair color, and if she would need oil for the rest of her life or not.

Yeah, that last one had N on edge.

Either way, he'd be there for her, for Uzi too, who was looking equally worried as Tera sat in his lap, babbling up at him, testing out words and sounds that she'd heard. She'd be able to make much more with a proper mouth, it would probably never be quiet around the house ever again.

He was fine with that, he wanted to hear every noise out of his daughters mouth, even if it was repetitive or annoying, he didn't want to miss a single detail of her life.

He thought, still sometimes thought. That he wasn't a good parent, he was sometimes forgetful, spacey, not knowing what to do or how to proceed.

But after so long, he didn't worry as much, Uzi would pre-fill bottles whenever her body allowed it, and he was now an expert at feeding her, not a single drop of oil being wasted. He knew how to plug her in, how to hold her, how to calm her down and get her excited, and play, now that he was an expert at.

He looked down at her as she rolled around in anticipation, freshly woken up and ready to cause mischief, it had almost been a surprise that she'd taken after Uzi in that way, infants were supposed to take after their parents after all. She laughed as loudly and as often as he did, she purred when happy, and was ready and willing to love (almost) anyone instantly. And she was mischievous. She growled, she stuck her tongue out when trying to figure things out. And she was cute, so cute.

Despite sharing none of either of thier code, somehow she was like the both of them.

His eyes drifted over the the seat next to him, Uzi looking down as she bounced her leg absent-mindedly, he could hear her core from here, well, he could always hear it, his hearing was freakish, but right now he was paying a lot of attention to it.

It was thrummimg as hard as it would go, as if she was running for her life, or something equally as physically stressful.

“You good Zi?” He asked, placing a hand on the leg that was bouncing, it stopped under his touch, and she looked up at him, concern laced over all her features.

“W-worried.”

“About Tera's new body?” He assumed, and she nodded, he took her hand in his own, thumb pressing into the tiny purple light there, but she quickly snatched it away, preoccupied with using her hand to gesture wildly.

“There's… there's always a chance something goes wrong in a body transfer. She's still so young- what if she doesn't wake back up?”

She's overthinking again He thought to himself, watching as she was visibly making herself upset, biting into one of her fingers so hard it almost looked like she was going to break the hard-silicone caps.

“That's the worst case, and she can't stay a pill forever.” He replied, voice even toned, he was nervous as well, incredibly. But he also trusted Uzi's previous judgement (one not made while stuck in ‘worry’ mode.) If Tera would fare better in a toddler body, then that's what she needed.

“You don't even know the percent chance!” She yelped, the solver symbol flashed in her eye for a moment, and N witnessed as her entire body sprung out at once. Going from a normal sitting position to crouching on the seat of the chair, tail suddenly swishing around, clearly irate.

That had been happening more often, her tail springing out when under duress, he'd found it cute if not also a little concerning, he took both of her hands again, guiding her to sit back down normally, her tail wrapped around one of his arms.

“Is it less then 1 percent?” He asked, trying to show her the odds of what she was worrying over.

“… point 3” She replied with a mumble, not meeting his eyes, pouting, although trying to hide it.

“That's less then half a percent… that is right? right?” He started confidently but then realized he wasn't all that great at math.

“Yes, b-but-” She confirmed, clearly not wanting to give the discussion to him just yet.

“Uzi...” He stressed, and she sighed in response, releasing his hands and putting away her tail before leaning into his shoulder, trying to calm herself down.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay, you're right, I'm overthinking.” She relented, leaning down to tickle the little droneling in his lap, Tera squealing in response, trying to roll away but still laughing at the contact.

Watching her relax made him relax, and he slipped an arm behind her back, leaving them the tiniest bit closer even though they were already pressed together with Uzi leaning on him.

He wasn't sure how he ever lived in a world where he couldn't have her close like this, he needed this almost as much as he needed to breathe, he just kept wanting her closer, even if it was physically impossible.

Touch for such a long time had been associated with pain, if Mr or Mrs Elliot has touched him it meant he'd done something wrong, that he was about to be punished.

If Tessa touched him more often than not it was to try and fix what her parents had broken, plugging up holes, replacing fingers, his visor… and while she was as gentle as she could be she had been a young teen, and not professionally trained at all when it came to maintainince…

V… had been nice. At the manor her touch meant it was okay, that she was fine and that he was fine. And that she wanted him to stay… usually it was her pressed up against him in some way, into his shoulder or his chest. But then… after the gala…

She'd not ever touched him, aside from light hits that never truly hurt, she'd just been distant, in fact she was rarely around at all, either hiding out in her nest or finding some way to avoid him entirely.

Then there was J.

He didn't even want to think about J.

But against his own wishes both the casing around his core and the vial on his tail both lit up in phantom pain. Sending a wince through his systems he was only able to barely hide. A shudder went through him.

Punishment was J’s favorite activity. And him her favorite toy…

“Is everyone ready?” Mrs. Rayn’s voice brought him out of it, and he was blessing her internally, he did not need to be thinking along those lines on his daughters big day, this was about her. Not about him.

“Y-yeah, as we'll ever be.” He locked his fingers with his girlfriends hand, shaking off the last of his thoughts as they both stood up, Tera tucked in his arm, squirming as per usual.

“Good, her body has been printed, and it's waiting in the back. Come on then.” She waved her hand for them to follow and Uzi led him along by the hand, her grip was firm but tender, as if she was trying to say “I love you.” Through her hand alone.

He liked her touch much better.

They arrived in a small room, with two waiting chairs and very little else aside from a stainless steel table in the middle of the room, laid atop it was the smallest worker drone body he'd ever seen.

It was still quite a bit larger than Tera was now, but he could probably still hold the body in a single one of his hands comfortably, on the top of the bodies head was a swatch of short, thick black synthetic hair.

The body was lifeless, the lights on the hands and feet absent of any light, right now, it was no different than a corpse.

“Yeah, her coding read her hair color as black, so that's what I printed, cute right?” Mrs. Rayn, was smiling, watching the couple as they took in the room.

“It's… It's perfect. Thank you.” N replied, running a hand through the synthetic black hair, soft, it would suit her.

“Uzi, would you like to help me plug her in?” Rayn asked, gesturing to the giant machine next to her.

“Uhm…”

N could feel her shaking, eyes shifting between the body on the table and the baby in his arms, He smiled at her, and gently laid Tera in her arms, before his hand found the side of her face.

“You got this.”

She closed her eyes and gulped, before nodding, a determined look behind her eyelights, she turned to the machine next to the table, which was the largest thing in the room, and laid Tera down next to the body she would soon inhabit.

Mrs. Rayn was at the machines console, and it whirred to life, a loud clunk signified it's activation, and it spit out a small cord that she plugged into the freshly printed body.

The screen flickered with the phrase [Downloading Libraries] before that too faded into a white loading bar.

“Once the initial setup is complete, the body will be ready to accept whatever program you put into it, in this case, the program is a whole person.” Mrs. Rayn explained, inputting several more keys into the console.

Setup Complete. Please import desired data.

The body ‘spoke’, it's voice extremely robotic, something leftover from their time of being workers for humans. Tera looked over at the body, curiosity displayed on her eyelights.

“Whenever you're ready, plug her into the machine.” Rayn handed her a second cord and backed away, leaving Uzi hovering over Tera, the cord shaking in her hand and she tried to stabilize her breathing.

She hadn't ever done this before. She'd watched her mom do it, and she often did it seamlessly, without worry. She partly wondered if she'd been just as fearless when Uzi had transferred the first time. Because this was… nerve-wracking.

The chance was low, sure. But this was her kid, it wasn't just a kid. If she plugged her in, and Tera never found her way to her new body, or her data got lost in the machine, she'd be gone, and there would be very little she could do about it.

“Mama!” Tera laughed at her, nuzzling into her hand that was resting on the table as if she knew she needed the support, Uzi cracked a smile, only just now noticing the tears in her eyes. She looked over at N, who looked back with a smile.

“Can you… can we do this together?”

His smile got wider and he made his way to stand behind her, awaiting to do whatever she needed him to.

“Okay, just… hold her, and uh, help keep my hand from shaking.”

“Okay.” He only nodded, trying to keep her calm as well as himself.

He leaned down to hold Tera in place, she giggled at his touch, clearly thinking he was trying to play, his other hand came to steady hers, holding onto her trembling hand and the cable in it.

“I… I love you, Jellybean.” Uzi said quietly, those three little words heavy on her tongue, N smiled and kissed her cheek, he heard Rayn chuckle somewhere behind him, but he paid it little mind.

“We both do.”

And with that, and a final little giggle from Tera, they opened up her front panel… and plugged her in.

Instantly, her eyelights disappeared and the baby went silent, leaving only the egg shaped husk in it's place.

“How long does this normally take?” N asked, feeling his core drop into his stomach.

“Should see her in her new body in about five minutes.” She replied, no hint of worry in her voice at all.

“R-right.” Uzi responded with a trembling voice.

They removed both their hands and stood now over the new body, which had blinked off as well, leaving the room painfully silent. The only sound being the large machine whirring and the low electronic buzzing of the lights.

The seconds ticked by, both N and Uzi keeping perfect track of time.

A minute

Two minutes

Three minutes

He felt Uzi squeeze his hand at three-and-a-half, and he squeezed back, feeling his core speed up and fall at strange intervals, a deep dread filling him that he didn't know what to do with, all he could do was wait.

“N…”

“Shhh, she's fine.” He convinced himself.

Five minutes

The room was still eerily quiet, every second over five minutes counted, logged and memorized.

His daughter was okay, she was just finding her way. He had faith. He had to.

Six minutes

Seven minutes

Each second dragged on for millenia, Uzi's grip only kept getting tighter, her trembles got worse. N felt it getting harder and harder for him to breathe, his grip on Uzi's have was just as if not more tight than hers.

N's gaze was transfixed on the bodies visor, it was still staring blankly at the ceiling, still lifeless.

Until it wasn't. Two lavender eyelights suddenly popped into the visor, lavender lights on her hands and feet accompanying them, her eyes roamed around the room for a moment, as if she was slightly confused.

“Tera!” Uzi quite literally lunged forward and captured her in her arms, bringing the small body up to her chest, the toddler's eyelights scrunched happily, although the rest of her limbs hung awkwardly, and her mouth remained closed.

N felt himself be able to breathe again. His arms wrapping around the both of them and holding them tightly, Tera was still silent however, and strangly still.

After a moment of letting their emotions release, paired with both of them sniffling and letting out worried tears, N slowly stood up, turning to Rayn, who was smiling softly at the family in front of her.

She'd never tell them that 8 minutes was on the upper limit, one of the slowest uptakes she'd ever seen, they didn't need that stress.

“She's really still. Is that normal?”

“Yes, she didn't have limbs before, or a mouth. She'll be speaking again soon, don't worry.” Rayn explained, making her way towards them from the corner of the room.

“Good…”

“Tera, how are you feeling?” Uzi asked her, perhaps forgetting for a moment that she likely couldn't understand her.

Tera blinked in response, probably having quite the out-of-body experience, she closed her eyes as if she was straining, and she managed to twitch her fingers slightly.

“I think “weird” is probably the answer.” N replied with a small smile, looking back and gripping her shoulder, laughing lightly.

“You're free to go, but here.” She placed a small purple onesie in his hands, so small and with plastic soles, likely full body to protect the new limbs.

He held it up to himself, making the size of the outfit look even more comicly small.

“Thank you so much…”

“Anytime.”

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