Consumatia's Exploration Documentation

Let's a little g a m e ṇ̤̉̐̇e̤̐̉̇̈ẅ̐̉͘ f̣̐̉̈̇ṙ̤̣̈i̇̉̐e͙̤͚n̤̣͚̈d̤̈̇ṩ͚̈͘ pfp by @amarketableplushie Another new account by https://www.tumblr.com/blog/rainofdauwuand0w0

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

Meet Consumatia, A new oc of mine I just kinda thought up....she's quite the character that's been rolling around in my head

may give her, her own rp sideblog account, at somepoint

[consumatiaexerunnning]

l͙̈͘e̤̣̐̉ẗ͚͙̥͘'̐̉͘ṡ̥̤͙ h͙̥̉̐͘a̤̐̉v̤̐̉ė̥̤̐ ṡ͙̤ö̤̐̇ṁ̤͙͘ẻ͙̤ ḟ̤̣̈͘u͚̤̇͘n̥͙̤̐̉ ṭ̇̈o̤̐̉̇̈g̤͚̉̇̐ẹ̇̈ṭ̉̐̈̇ḧ̤̣ë͙͚͘ṙ̤̈ :̇̈͘>͚̐̉

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh good! Glad we're cutting to the chase. I was dying looking at all that painful rust. This'll feel good when we're done."

He focused on grabbing all the tools he needed. Although he could tell Consumatia was definitely happy, it hadn't hit him yet how much this meant to her. Of course, he definitely cared about her, but the need to do a good job was taking over. It all felt so automatic, like he never put down the wrench in the first place. He grabbed a magnet and attached it to his head as a test.

"Uhoohee. Yep. D-Definitely some sorta sedative."

He took it off. As much as he would love to get zooted, now was not the time.

"I'm weird, they definitely have that down. Helpful? We'll see."

He needed parts.

"Yo, look away for a sec."

He faced away from Concon. The sound of tearing metal could be heard. Luckily, Isaac hadn't programmed his battle drone with the ability to feel pain. I mean, why would he?

"Almost got it!"

He cut carefully around his internal fans and pulled them out. He coughed, a violent rattle coming from his chest. He turned around smiling with a gaping hole in his casing.

"It'll grow back. Don't worry. Now, what do we need for your softwear? A neural link or something?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̛͇̙͠Å͍ ̱͙̀̇n̜̆e̹͝u̥̐ŗ̓a̯̻̎͡l ͙͓͊͋l͖̦̔͝i̡͚͘͞nk͍̀,̲͗̓͜ ̡̳͑̽ẅ̲́o̡͖͊͆ul̼̫̿̚d̹̃ ̫̈hẽ̪ḷ͈͗̕p̼̭̄͆ ̧͋o̓͜u͓͑t̢͔̾̋ ̻̿a̤͛ ̟̔́͢t̉͟o̹͆n ̭̃ẗ̗́͢͝ò̦ a̰͓̅̓ccȩ̰̉͊s͈͑s͎̖̍̚ ̠̓͗͢ṫ̗h̤͗e ̝̯́͊soft͉̀w̝͆ä̘re̩͜͡͠,̥̙͂͠ ̩͖̉̓I̱͆ h͇̑̏ͅą̟̓͊v̫̿e̳̠̽͐ ̡͎͛́ò͔͉̾ne in͈͍̎̃ ̦̎t͙̂h͉͙͛͘e͙͋͟͝ ̡͆s͈̽̔ͅp̳̿ar̼̲̄͞e ̯̎d̥̞͐͘r̻̚aw̛̜̠̆ẹ̜͂́ȓ̭̭́ ̝͞ṯ̂h̙͔̃̀e̛̗r̮͑e ̰̾̇ͅa̠͒t̳̎ t̘͐he ȇ̳̼̎nd̛̖̣̒ ̳̔o̦̲͐̊f ̜̔t͖͑he̜̐ ̟͈̍̐kì͎t̨̘̒͊che̫̭͋̈n̙͋ ̱̂cạ̿b̻̃in̮̫͂͗e͛ͅtș̆”

She said calmly, a smile on her face, wider than it has been so fare their entire brief talks here, it was a big goofy dopey grin that read full of innocent nature and big potential, it was adorable

The neural link looked like a big beefy cable, it was a extra long one too, which means he could move a bit more while he worked on both the software and the hardware of consumatia, giving him a lot of flexibility thankfully.

[diy-disassembly]

He beamed back... then coughed for a solid minute. He was heating up, but luckily, he didn't have the typical Solver problem of already being molten, so he'd be good for a bit while he worked. He'd just faceplant in the snow after.

"Bleh. You're lucky I'm such a philanthropist."

He joked as he grabbed the cable and slotted it into the back of his head. He sat down next to her with tools at the ready.

"Ok, if we're doing the full treatment I want to start with the software. The Solver repairs damage, I know that much, so if we can get that working it might fix half the problems you've got by itself..."

He trailed off, blushing.

"Um, I've obviously never done a software repair like this. I don't know what you'll see, and I definitely don't know what I'll see..."

He didn't know if this was, like, intimate or completely normal for drones. Like something only family and close friends usually do. He would try his best to be respectful and normal and chill. He handed her the other end of the cable.

"I'll be quick. Pinky promise."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̻͆Yo̰̓ur̨̋ ̮̊b̗̓rai̝̅n ̛̥ẅ̭́i̫̒̒͢ll̟͞ b́͜ë̤ ͔̽a̤͠c͔͛t̛̘i̼͖͒͞ǹ̲͚̌g͇͎͆́ ̤̉l̬̄ȉ̠k̖̐ẽ̤ ̛̱t͚͒h̹͝e͓͡ ̢́c͉̚o̭͑m̛̱p̬͇͐̎u̟͡t̤̉er̨̮̎̂ ̱̟̄͠yō̤ȗ̙̤̒ uṡ̬̱̇ed ̨̈t̲̉ǒ͚ ̩̪̅̚ḩ̿oo͐͟k̦͝ed͎̈́ ̤͋ȕ̥p̢͑ ̧́o̮̠̊͆the̤̍̾͜rś̱ tơ͉̎͢ȏ͚,̛̳ ̲͓̂̈ś̨o̘̺͆̊ y̧̯̌̀o̫̺̽͒u̪̐’̙̋l̼̚l ̬̽g̝͌e̜̚t a m̼͑ọ̽r̝͔̋́e i͚̾n̢̲̄̈ d̠̈́e͈͒p̾͢th̊ͅ ̡̛̥͂l̯̾o̞͂o̞̊k̛̺̺̓ ̺̘͒̒e̞͞ḣ͚e͖̎h̖̀.̹̇.̦̦̒̉”̨͑

She smiled an hooked herself up

Isaac felt as his camera sensors shut down and slowly he felt himself begin to walk in a digitized space, he could gather that his actual body wasn’t moving at all, that much was true, eventually after a lot of walking in this shared digital space, he arrived at the entrance to consumatia’s space, judging by the door shaped like a computer file

access granted to user_Isaac_Callahan-DIYDD

The words shown infront of him before dispersing and forming a menu with green ones and zeros, he got to watch as the program looked as it loaded from within the digital world, all the ones and zeroes forming the shape of a sort of main console that he could see was the “menu” of sorts, a genderless calm and orderly voice, most likely the simple systems they put into drones, “spoke”, text appearing as it did

>Welcome User Isaac Callahan

A menu/digital console of options before him was a wild thing, but the console showed some diagnostics…though something tells him that they were lying

Those stats were

status overrall of consumatia.exe: Stable

mind: Stable

body: stable

solver rings: stable

diagnostic check: looking great

And the actual options were as follows

>details of subject test

>head scientist logs [Password protected, hint, whybourne]

>patch stab count

The console looked touch screen thankfully…also the factor that consumatia’s systems had was painting this head scientist in even worse light

[diy-disassembly]

He looked at the console in awe before placing his hands on it... and jumping back in surprise. His hands were human! He was human! His mind must've been pulling from how he viewed himself, not his actual appearance. He adjusted his glasses, sucking in a deep breath.

"Stay calm. This isn't real. Just a dirty trick my brain is playing."

He had to focus. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked around. He didn't see Consumatia anywhere. He was shaking.

"Stay on task, Callahan."

He reached out to the console again. His brilliant green eyes scanned the options.

"Tia, are you here? Which one of these will get me to your Solver stuff? I don't want to poke around where I shouldn't."

A first for him.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

>Yeah, I am…just…hard to explain, technically…um…

She drew a breath, collecting herself

>Alright, point being, in here my voice is thankfully a bit more clear, the console acts just like a computer console, there is even a keyboard on the far right if I remember correctly? Point being you can use commands to open things up the options you see are the most used ones, the solver stuff…is sadly…tied to the dr’s logs…the password maybe in that limbo somewhere since it is another bit of data, the file for that will be titled “regenerative”, though “details of subject test” will give you a better idea of what you are working with here

The space was distant and vast though he did see some stray 1’s and 0’s in the distance

[diy-disassembly]

"Alright, if you're giving me the go ahead..."

He selected "details of subject test." While that ran, he moved towards the 1s and 0s. The console was a helpful visualization, but at the end of the day his brain was literally hooked up to Consumatia. Whether he liked it or not he was going to absorb that information. He walked up to a string of code and prodded it. His mind was pulled into a vivid replay of one of his memories.

.

"Morning, doc."

"Whuh...? It can't be morning. I just checked the clock and... oh damn."

"You dozed off."

"Clearly."

"...Coffee?"

"Yep. Thanks. You better not give me shit for this."

"Oh, I will. When's the last time you've slept in a bed?"

"Does it matter when the world is at stake? I'm so close, Ro. So close."

.

Isaac pulled back, shaking the static feeling out of his head. Tia definitely saw that too.

"Ahaha! Wrong one! Moving on!"

At least the file had loaded while he was messing around. Time for some actual info.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

>happens

All she can say really is that, but this does bring in some time to bring out the info as the folder for it loads up like it was loading a computer screen just for this

>open_details_of_subject test

>folder opened succesfully!

>Subject test/designation of drone=intentionally nameless&fresh body=no host

>Subject test/study_notes/

Subject test is as those who have been onboarded to this project, this test, we will test the very basic make-up of a drone fresh off the factory creation, without being turned on, this will give us a fresh and precise look and give opening for the solver strain itself, additional code removed to allow for the solver strain itself to become sentient and sapient like others have over time through other means

>Subject test/Main_Point

The main point of this test is to see what exactly a solver strain will do and how it will react to a body without a host, as expected, we are recreating the case scenario of the first host from word of mouth, hoping to get the correct reaction from this, the other long dead bodies acting like a conduit so the body can stay in place as the usb of the solver strain is inserted. This subject will also be how we test the patch, we will test it as soon as it wakes up, weird reaction or not

>Subject test/Why_Consumatia/

The reason behind this is simple, it is a part of the thing that consumed the earth, the absolute solver, due to the main function of solver hosts from what we have gained, due to our own ignorance, we figured this subject will either consumed us or consume itself, we had no idea what would actually happen, hence the name consumatia, the enginneers and lower level scientists keep calling it other more "cutesy" names to humanize it, like consumi(mitchell seems determined on that one)

A secondary pop-up appears, seems like a simple question

[to prove you are not a robot and of the labs, who does mitchell see as the first victim of the absolute solver?]

[diy-disassembly]

"Who the hell is Mitchell?"

Isaac looked around. Was he supposed to know every person who worked at JCJ?

"Ok. Guess I'll have to dig a little."

He waved the screen out of his face and headed towards another string of code. Hopefully this one was Consumatia's.

"I'm glad not everyone who worked on you was completely evil, but they still let you get really hurt."

Maybe it was desperation. Isaac himself had pulled some crazy stunts to try and stop the world from ending. Lot of help that ended up being.

"Ok. Here we go."

He poked the code.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

The memory showed….god, it was a memory within a memory for a second, consumtia was having a rememberance moment of how she was made…and from her point of view she was under piles of drone corpses, from what isaac could remember from rumors, that was how the first drone got the virus, they gave her the exact same conditions and a even worse body to boot, but after a bit mitchell, judging by a badge, he was a intern and yet…he was the only one actively trying to do any good and going against the head doctor.

“Easy easy, deep breaths consumi…I gotcha, you’re not down there right now, I got you, just remember those breathing exercises I taught you”

Consumatia sniffled in the memory, a sad garbled mess of audio coming out

“Hey…you and cyn, you are the victims of the same thing, she’s the first victim of the absolute solver and you are just a victim of circumstance, you’ll outlive all of us, I can promise you that”

Consumatia wailed in the memory…a fresh hole visible as mitchell helped reshape it with her nanites, its the only area unscarred on her current form on her head….

the memory ends, the box awaiting it’s answer

>he was the best of them ironically, not the sharpest tool but his heart was nice, if you’re wondering, that’s the only question the doc put as a security measure…mumbled about “anyone from here alone would recognize the interns stupid claim”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh good! Glad we're cutting to the chase. I was dying looking at all that painful rust. This'll feel good when we're done."

He focused on grabbing all the tools he needed. Although he could tell Consumatia was definitely happy, it hadn't hit him yet how much this meant to her. Of course, he definitely cared about her, but the need to do a good job was taking over. It all felt so automatic, like he never put down the wrench in the first place. He grabbed a magnet and attached it to his head as a test.

"Uhoohee. Yep. D-Definitely some sorta sedative."

He took it off. As much as he would love to get zooted, now was not the time.

"I'm weird, they definitely have that down. Helpful? We'll see."

He needed parts.

"Yo, look away for a sec."

He faced away from Concon. The sound of tearing metal could be heard. Luckily, Isaac hadn't programmed his battle drone with the ability to feel pain. I mean, why would he?

"Almost got it!"

He cut carefully around his internal fans and pulled them out. He coughed, a violent rattle coming from his chest. He turned around smiling with a gaping hole in his casing.

"It'll grow back. Don't worry. Now, what do we need for your softwear? A neural link or something?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̛͇̙͠Å͍ ̱͙̀̇n̜̆e̹͝u̥̐ŗ̓a̯̻̎͡l ͙͓͊͋l͖̦̔͝i̡͚͘͞nk͍̀,̲͗̓͜ ̡̳͑̽ẅ̲́o̡͖͊͆ul̼̫̿̚d̹̃ ̫̈hẽ̪ḷ͈͗̕p̼̭̄͆ ̧͋o̓͜u͓͑t̢͔̾̋ ̻̿a̤͛ ̟̔́͢t̉͟o̹͆n ̭̃ẗ̗́͢͝ò̦ a̰͓̅̓ccȩ̰̉͊s͈͑s͎̖̍̚ ̠̓͗͢ṫ̗h̤͗e ̝̯́͊soft͉̀w̝͆ä̘re̩͜͡͠,̥̙͂͠ ̩͖̉̓I̱͆ h͇̑̏ͅą̟̓͊v̫̿e̳̠̽͐ ̡͎͛́ò͔͉̾ne in͈͍̎̃ ̦̎t͙̂h͉͙͛͘e͙͋͟͝ ̡͆s͈̽̔ͅp̳̿ar̼̲̄͞e ̯̎d̥̞͐͘r̻̚aw̛̜̠̆ẹ̜͂́ȓ̭̭́ ̝͞ṯ̂h̙͔̃̀e̛̗r̮͑e ̰̾̇ͅa̠͒t̳̎ t̘͐he ȇ̳̼̎nd̛̖̣̒ ̳̔o̦̲͐̊f ̜̔t͖͑he̜̐ ̟͈̍̐kì͎t̨̘̒͊che̫̭͋̈n̙͋ ̱̂cạ̿b̻̃in̮̫͂͗e͛ͅtș̆”

She said calmly, a smile on her face, wider than it has been so fare their entire brief talks here, it was a big goofy dopey grin that read full of innocent nature and big potential, it was adorable

The neural link looked like a big beefy cable, it was a extra long one too, which means he could move a bit more while he worked on both the software and the hardware of consumatia, giving him a lot of flexibility thankfully.

[diy-disassembly]

He beamed back... then coughed for a solid minute. He was heating up, but luckily, he didn't have the typical Solver problem of already being molten, so he'd be good for a bit while he worked. He'd just faceplant in the snow after.

"Bleh. You're lucky I'm such a philanthropist."

He joked as he grabbed the cable and slotted it into the back of his head. He sat down next to her with tools at the ready.

"Ok, if we're doing the full treatment I want to start with the software. The Solver repairs damage, I know that much, so if we can get that working it might fix half the problems you've got by itself..."

He trailed off, blushing.

"Um, I've obviously never done a software repair like this. I don't know what you'll see, and I definitely don't know what I'll see..."

He didn't know if this was, like, intimate or completely normal for drones. Like something only family and close friends usually do. He would try his best to be respectful and normal and chill. He handed her the other end of the cable.

"I'll be quick. Pinky promise."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̻͆Yo̰̓ur̨̋ ̮̊b̗̓rai̝̅n ̛̥ẅ̭́i̫̒̒͢ll̟͞ b́͜ë̤ ͔̽a̤͠c͔͛t̛̘i̼͖͒͞ǹ̲͚̌g͇͎͆́ ̤̉l̬̄ȉ̠k̖̐ẽ̤ ̛̱t͚͒h̹͝e͓͡ ̢́c͉̚o̭͑m̛̱p̬͇͐̎u̟͡t̤̉er̨̮̎̂ ̱̟̄͠yō̤ȗ̙̤̒ uṡ̬̱̇ed ̨̈t̲̉ǒ͚ ̩̪̅̚ḩ̿oo͐͟k̦͝ed͎̈́ ̤͋ȕ̥p̢͑ ̧́o̮̠̊͆the̤̍̾͜rś̱ tơ͉̎͢ȏ͚,̛̳ ̲͓̂̈ś̨o̘̺͆̊ y̧̯̌̀o̫̺̽͒u̪̐’̙̋l̼̚l ̬̽g̝͌e̜̚t a m̼͑ọ̽r̝͔̋́e i͚̾n̢̲̄̈ d̠̈́e͈͒p̾͢th̊ͅ ̡̛̥͂l̯̾o̞͂o̞̊k̛̺̺̓ ̺̘͒̒e̞͞ḣ͚e͖̎h̖̀.̹̇.̦̦̒̉”̨͑

She smiled an hooked herself up

Isaac felt as his camera sensors shut down and slowly he felt himself begin to walk in a digitized space, he could gather that his actual body wasn’t moving at all, that much was true, eventually after a lot of walking in this shared digital space, he arrived at the entrance to consumatia’s space, judging by the door shaped like a computer file

access granted to user_Isaac_Callahan-DIYDD

The words shown infront of him before dispersing and forming a menu with green ones and zeros, he got to watch as the program looked as it loaded from within the digital world, all the ones and zeroes forming the shape of a sort of main console that he could see was the “menu” of sorts, a genderless calm and orderly voice, most likely the simple systems they put into drones, “spoke”, text appearing as it did

>Welcome User Isaac Callahan

A menu/digital console of options before him was a wild thing, but the console showed some diagnostics…though something tells him that they were lying

Those stats were

status overrall of consumatia.exe: Stable

mind: Stable

body: stable

solver rings: stable

diagnostic check: looking great

And the actual options were as follows

>details of subject test

>head scientist logs [Password protected, hint, whybourne]

>patch stab count

The console looked touch screen thankfully…also the factor that consumatia’s systems had was painting this head scientist in even worse light

[diy-disassembly]

He looked at the console in awe before placing his hands on it... and jumping back in surprise. His hands were human! He was human! His mind must've been pulling from how he viewed himself, not his actual appearance. He adjusted his glasses, sucking in a deep breath.

"Stay calm. This isn't real. Just a dirty trick my brain is playing."

He had to focus. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked around. He didn't see Consumatia anywhere. He was shaking.

"Stay on task, Callahan."

He reached out to the console again. His brilliant green eyes scanned the options.

"Tia, are you here? Which one of these will get me to your Solver stuff? I don't want to poke around where I shouldn't."

A first for him.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

>Yeah, I am…just…hard to explain, technically…um…

She drew a breath, collecting herself

>Alright, point being, in here my voice is thankfully a bit more clear, the console acts just like a computer console, there is even a keyboard on the far right if I remember correctly? Point being you can use commands to open things up the options you see are the most used ones, the solver stuff…is sadly…tied to the dr’s logs…the password maybe in that limbo somewhere since it is another bit of data, the file for that will be titled “regenerative”, though “details of subject test” will give you a better idea of what you are working with here

The space was distant and vast though he did see some stray 1’s and 0’s in the distance

[diy-disassembly]

"Alright, if you're giving me the go ahead..."

He selected "details of subject test." While that ran, he moved towards the 1s and 0s. The console was a helpful visualization, but at the end of the day his brain was literally hooked up to Consumatia. Whether he liked it or not he was going to absorb that information. He walked up to a string of code and prodded it. His mind was pulled into a vivid replay of one of his memories.

.

"Morning, doc."

"Whuh...? It can't be morning. I just checked the clock and... oh damn."

"You dozed off."

"Clearly."

"...Coffee?"

"Yep. Thanks. You better not give me shit for this."

"Oh, I will. When's the last time you've slept in a bed?"

"Does it matter when the world is at stake? I'm so close, Ro. So close."

.

Isaac pulled back, shaking the static feeling out of his head. Tia definitely saw that too.

"Ahaha! Wrong one! Moving on!"

At least the file had loaded while he was messing around. Time for some actual info.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

>happens

All she can say really is that, but this does bring in some time to bring out the info as the folder for it loads up like it was loading a computer screen just for this

>open_details_of_subject test

>folder opened succesfully!

>Subject test/designation of drone=intentionally nameless&fresh body=no host

>Subject test/study_notes/

Subject test is as those who have been onboarded to this project, this test, we will test the very basic make-up of a drone fresh off the factory creation, without being turned on, this will give us a fresh and precise look and give opening for the solver strain itself, additional code removed to allow for the solver strain itself to become sentient and sapient like others have over time through other means

>Subject test/Main_Point

The main point of this test is to see what exactly a solver strain will do and how it will react to a body without a host, as expected, we are recreating the case scenario of the first host from word of mouth, hoping to get the correct reaction from this, the other long dead bodies acting like a conduit so the body can stay in place as the usb of the solver strain is inserted. This subject will also be how we test the patch, we will test it as soon as it wakes up, weird reaction or not

>Subject test/Why_Consumatia/

The reason behind this is simple, it is a part of the thing that consumed the earth, the absolute solver, due to the main function of solver hosts from what we have gained, due to our own ignorance, we figured this subject will either consumed us or consume itself, we had no idea what would actually happen, hence the name consumatia, the enginneers and lower level scientists keep calling it other more "cutesy" names to humanize it, like consumi(mitchell seems determined on that one)

A secondary pop-up appears, seems like a simple question

[to prove you are not a robot and of the labs, who does mitchell see as the first victim of the absolute solver?]

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh good! Glad we're cutting to the chase. I was dying looking at all that painful rust. This'll feel good when we're done."

He focused on grabbing all the tools he needed. Although he could tell Consumatia was definitely happy, it hadn't hit him yet how much this meant to her. Of course, he definitely cared about her, but the need to do a good job was taking over. It all felt so automatic, like he never put down the wrench in the first place. He grabbed a magnet and attached it to his head as a test.

"Uhoohee. Yep. D-Definitely some sorta sedative."

He took it off. As much as he would love to get zooted, now was not the time.

"I'm weird, they definitely have that down. Helpful? We'll see."

He needed parts.

"Yo, look away for a sec."

He faced away from Concon. The sound of tearing metal could be heard. Luckily, Isaac hadn't programmed his battle drone with the ability to feel pain. I mean, why would he?

"Almost got it!"

He cut carefully around his internal fans and pulled them out. He coughed, a violent rattle coming from his chest. He turned around smiling with a gaping hole in his casing.

"It'll grow back. Don't worry. Now, what do we need for your softwear? A neural link or something?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̛͇̙͠Å͍ ̱͙̀̇n̜̆e̹͝u̥̐ŗ̓a̯̻̎͡l ͙͓͊͋l͖̦̔͝i̡͚͘͞nk͍̀,̲͗̓͜ ̡̳͑̽ẅ̲́o̡͖͊͆ul̼̫̿̚d̹̃ ̫̈hẽ̪ḷ͈͗̕p̼̭̄͆ ̧͋o̓͜u͓͑t̢͔̾̋ ̻̿a̤͛ ̟̔́͢t̉͟o̹͆n ̭̃ẗ̗́͢͝ò̦ a̰͓̅̓ccȩ̰̉͊s͈͑s͎̖̍̚ ̠̓͗͢ṫ̗h̤͗e ̝̯́͊soft͉̀w̝͆ä̘re̩͜͡͠,̥̙͂͠ ̩͖̉̓I̱͆ h͇̑̏ͅą̟̓͊v̫̿e̳̠̽͐ ̡͎͛́ò͔͉̾ne in͈͍̎̃ ̦̎t͙̂h͉͙͛͘e͙͋͟͝ ̡͆s͈̽̔ͅp̳̿ar̼̲̄͞e ̯̎d̥̞͐͘r̻̚aw̛̜̠̆ẹ̜͂́ȓ̭̭́ ̝͞ṯ̂h̙͔̃̀e̛̗r̮͑e ̰̾̇ͅa̠͒t̳̎ t̘͐he ȇ̳̼̎nd̛̖̣̒ ̳̔o̦̲͐̊f ̜̔t͖͑he̜̐ ̟͈̍̐kì͎t̨̘̒͊che̫̭͋̈n̙͋ ̱̂cạ̿b̻̃in̮̫͂͗e͛ͅtș̆”

She said calmly, a smile on her face, wider than it has been so fare their entire brief talks here, it was a big goofy dopey grin that read full of innocent nature and big potential, it was adorable

The neural link looked like a big beefy cable, it was a extra long one too, which means he could move a bit more while he worked on both the software and the hardware of consumatia, giving him a lot of flexibility thankfully.

[diy-disassembly]

He beamed back... then coughed for a solid minute. He was heating up, but luckily, he didn't have the typical Solver problem of already being molten, so he'd be good for a bit while he worked. He'd just faceplant in the snow after.

"Bleh. You're lucky I'm such a philanthropist."

He joked as he grabbed the cable and slotted it into the back of his head. He sat down next to her with tools at the ready.

"Ok, if we're doing the full treatment I want to start with the software. The Solver repairs damage, I know that much, so if we can get that working it might fix half the problems you've got by itself..."

He trailed off, blushing.

"Um, I've obviously never done a software repair like this. I don't know what you'll see, and I definitely don't know what I'll see..."

He didn't know if this was, like, intimate or completely normal for drones. Like something only family and close friends usually do. He would try his best to be respectful and normal and chill. He handed her the other end of the cable.

"I'll be quick. Pinky promise."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̻͆Yo̰̓ur̨̋ ̮̊b̗̓rai̝̅n ̛̥ẅ̭́i̫̒̒͢ll̟͞ b́͜ë̤ ͔̽a̤͠c͔͛t̛̘i̼͖͒͞ǹ̲͚̌g͇͎͆́ ̤̉l̬̄ȉ̠k̖̐ẽ̤ ̛̱t͚͒h̹͝e͓͡ ̢́c͉̚o̭͑m̛̱p̬͇͐̎u̟͡t̤̉er̨̮̎̂ ̱̟̄͠yō̤ȗ̙̤̒ uṡ̬̱̇ed ̨̈t̲̉ǒ͚ ̩̪̅̚ḩ̿oo͐͟k̦͝ed͎̈́ ̤͋ȕ̥p̢͑ ̧́o̮̠̊͆the̤̍̾͜rś̱ tơ͉̎͢ȏ͚,̛̳ ̲͓̂̈ś̨o̘̺͆̊ y̧̯̌̀o̫̺̽͒u̪̐’̙̋l̼̚l ̬̽g̝͌e̜̚t a m̼͑ọ̽r̝͔̋́e i͚̾n̢̲̄̈ d̠̈́e͈͒p̾͢th̊ͅ ̡̛̥͂l̯̾o̞͂o̞̊k̛̺̺̓ ̺̘͒̒e̞͞ḣ͚e͖̎h̖̀.̹̇.̦̦̒̉”̨͑

She smiled an hooked herself up

Isaac felt as his camera sensors shut down and slowly he felt himself begin to walk in a digitized space, he could gather that his actual body wasn’t moving at all, that much was true, eventually after a lot of walking in this shared digital space, he arrived at the entrance to consumatia’s space, judging by the door shaped like a computer file

access granted to user_Isaac_Callahan-DIYDD

The words shown infront of him before dispersing and forming a menu with green ones and zeros, he got to watch as the program looked as it loaded from within the digital world, all the ones and zeroes forming the shape of a sort of main console that he could see was the “menu” of sorts, a genderless calm and orderly voice, most likely the simple systems they put into drones, “spoke”, text appearing as it did

>Welcome User Isaac Callahan

A menu/digital console of options before him was a wild thing, but the console showed some diagnostics…though something tells him that they were lying

Those stats were

status overrall of consumatia.exe: Stable

mind: Stable

body: stable

solver rings: stable

diagnostic check: looking great

And the actual options were as follows

>details of subject test

>head scientist logs [Password protected, hint, whybourne]

>patch stab count

The console looked touch screen thankfully…also the factor that consumatia’s systems had was painting this head scientist in even worse light

[diy-disassembly]

He looked at the console in awe before placing his hands on it... and jumping back in surprise. His hands were human! He was human! His mind must've been pulling from how he viewed himself, not his actual appearance. He adjusted his glasses, sucking in a deep breath.

"Stay calm. This isn't real. Just a dirty trick my brain is playing."

He had to focus. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked around. He didn't see Consumatia anywhere. He was shaking.

"Stay on task, Callahan."

He reached out to the console again. His brilliant green eyes scanned the options.

"Tia, are you here? Which one of these will get me to your Solver stuff? I don't want to poke around where I shouldn't."

A first for him.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

>Yeah, I am…just…hard to explain, technically…um…

She drew a breath, collecting herself

>Alright, point being, in here my voice is thankfully a bit more clear, the console acts just like a computer console, there is even a keyboard on the far right if I remember correctly? Point being you can use commands to open things up the options you see are the most used ones, the solver stuff…is sadly…tied to the dr’s logs…the password maybe in that limbo somewhere since it is another bit of data, the file for that will be titled “regenerative”, though “details of subject test” will give you a better idea of what you are working with here

The space was distant and vast though he did see some stray 1’s and 0’s in the distance

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh good! Glad we're cutting to the chase. I was dying looking at all that painful rust. This'll feel good when we're done."

He focused on grabbing all the tools he needed. Although he could tell Consumatia was definitely happy, it hadn't hit him yet how much this meant to her. Of course, he definitely cared about her, but the need to do a good job was taking over. It all felt so automatic, like he never put down the wrench in the first place. He grabbed a magnet and attached it to his head as a test.

"Uhoohee. Yep. D-Definitely some sorta sedative."

He took it off. As much as he would love to get zooted, now was not the time.

"I'm weird, they definitely have that down. Helpful? We'll see."

He needed parts.

"Yo, look away for a sec."

He faced away from Concon. The sound of tearing metal could be heard. Luckily, Isaac hadn't programmed his battle drone with the ability to feel pain. I mean, why would he?

"Almost got it!"

He cut carefully around his internal fans and pulled them out. He coughed, a violent rattle coming from his chest. He turned around smiling with a gaping hole in his casing.

"It'll grow back. Don't worry. Now, what do we need for your softwear? A neural link or something?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̛͇̙͠Å͍ ̱͙̀̇n̜̆e̹͝u̥̐ŗ̓a̯̻̎͡l ͙͓͊͋l͖̦̔͝i̡͚͘͞nk͍̀,̲͗̓͜ ̡̳͑̽ẅ̲́o̡͖͊͆ul̼̫̿̚d̹̃ ̫̈hẽ̪ḷ͈͗̕p̼̭̄͆ ̧͋o̓͜u͓͑t̢͔̾̋ ̻̿a̤͛ ̟̔́͢t̉͟o̹͆n ̭̃ẗ̗́͢͝ò̦ a̰͓̅̓ccȩ̰̉͊s͈͑s͎̖̍̚ ̠̓͗͢ṫ̗h̤͗e ̝̯́͊soft͉̀w̝͆ä̘re̩͜͡͠,̥̙͂͠ ̩͖̉̓I̱͆ h͇̑̏ͅą̟̓͊v̫̿e̳̠̽͐ ̡͎͛́ò͔͉̾ne in͈͍̎̃ ̦̎t͙̂h͉͙͛͘e͙͋͟͝ ̡͆s͈̽̔ͅp̳̿ar̼̲̄͞e ̯̎d̥̞͐͘r̻̚aw̛̜̠̆ẹ̜͂́ȓ̭̭́ ̝͞ṯ̂h̙͔̃̀e̛̗r̮͑e ̰̾̇ͅa̠͒t̳̎ t̘͐he ȇ̳̼̎nd̛̖̣̒ ̳̔o̦̲͐̊f ̜̔t͖͑he̜̐ ̟͈̍̐kì͎t̨̘̒͊che̫̭͋̈n̙͋ ̱̂cạ̿b̻̃in̮̫͂͗e͛ͅtș̆”

She said calmly, a smile on her face, wider than it has been so fare their entire brief talks here, it was a big goofy dopey grin that read full of innocent nature and big potential, it was adorable

The neural link looked like a big beefy cable, it was a extra long one too, which means he could move a bit more while he worked on both the software and the hardware of consumatia, giving him a lot of flexibility thankfully.

[diy-disassembly]

He beamed back... then coughed for a solid minute. He was heating up, but luckily, he didn't have the typical Solver problem of already being molten, so he'd be good for a bit while he worked. He'd just faceplant in the snow after.

"Bleh. You're lucky I'm such a philanthropist."

He joked as he grabbed the cable and slotted it into the back of his head. He sat down next to her with tools at the ready.

"Ok, if we're doing the full treatment I want to start with the software. The Solver repairs damage, I know that much, so if we can get that working it might fix half the problems you've got by itself..."

He trailed off, blushing.

"Um, I've obviously never done a software repair like this. I don't know what you'll see, and I definitely don't know what I'll see..."

He didn't know if this was, like, intimate or completely normal for drones. Like something only family and close friends usually do. He would try his best to be respectful and normal and chill. He handed her the other end of the cable.

"I'll be quick. Pinky promise."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̻͆Yo̰̓ur̨̋ ̮̊b̗̓rai̝̅n ̛̥ẅ̭́i̫̒̒͢ll̟͞ b́͜ë̤ ͔̽a̤͠c͔͛t̛̘i̼͖͒͞ǹ̲͚̌g͇͎͆́ ̤̉l̬̄ȉ̠k̖̐ẽ̤ ̛̱t͚͒h̹͝e͓͡ ̢́c͉̚o̭͑m̛̱p̬͇͐̎u̟͡t̤̉er̨̮̎̂ ̱̟̄͠yō̤ȗ̙̤̒ uṡ̬̱̇ed ̨̈t̲̉ǒ͚ ̩̪̅̚ḩ̿oo͐͟k̦͝ed͎̈́ ̤͋ȕ̥p̢͑ ̧́o̮̠̊͆the̤̍̾͜rś̱ tơ͉̎͢ȏ͚,̛̳ ̲͓̂̈ś̨o̘̺͆̊ y̧̯̌̀o̫̺̽͒u̪̐’̙̋l̼̚l ̬̽g̝͌e̜̚t a m̼͑ọ̽r̝͔̋́e i͚̾n̢̲̄̈ d̠̈́e͈͒p̾͢th̊ͅ ̡̛̥͂l̯̾o̞͂o̞̊k̛̺̺̓ ̺̘͒̒e̞͞ḣ͚e͖̎h̖̀.̹̇.̦̦̒̉”̨͑

She smiled an hooked herself up

Isaac felt as his camera sensors shut down and slowly he felt himself begin to walk in a digitized space, he could gather that his actual body wasn’t moving at all, that much was true, eventually after a lot of walking in this shared digital space, he arrived at the entrance to consumatia’s space, judging by the door shaped like a computer file

access granted to user_Isaac_Callahan-DIYDD

The words shown infront of him before dispersing and forming a menu with green ones and zeros, he got to watch as the program looked as it loaded from within the digital world, all the ones and zeroes forming the shape of a sort of main console that he could see was the “menu” of sorts, a genderless calm and orderly voice, most likely the simple systems they put into drones, “spoke”, text appearing as it did

>Welcome User Isaac Callahan

A menu/digital console of options before him was a wild thing, but the console showed some diagnostics…though something tells him that they were lying

Those stats were

status overrall of consumatia.exe: Stable

mind: Stable

body: stable

solver rings: stable

diagnostic check: looking great

And the actual options were as follows

>details of subject test

>head scientist logs [Password protected, hint, whybourne]

>patch stab count

The console looked touch screen thankfully…also the factor that consumatia’s systems had was painting this head scientist in even worse light

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh good! Glad we're cutting to the chase. I was dying looking at all that painful rust. This'll feel good when we're done."

He focused on grabbing all the tools he needed. Although he could tell Consumatia was definitely happy, it hadn't hit him yet how much this meant to her. Of course, he definitely cared about her, but the need to do a good job was taking over. It all felt so automatic, like he never put down the wrench in the first place. He grabbed a magnet and attached it to his head as a test.

"Uhoohee. Yep. D-Definitely some sorta sedative."

He took it off. As much as he would love to get zooted, now was not the time.

"I'm weird, they definitely have that down. Helpful? We'll see."

He needed parts.

"Yo, look away for a sec."

He faced away from Concon. The sound of tearing metal could be heard. Luckily, Isaac hadn't programmed his battle drone with the ability to feel pain. I mean, why would he?

"Almost got it!"

He cut carefully around his internal fans and pulled them out. He coughed, a violent rattle coming from his chest. He turned around smiling with a gaping hole in his casing.

"It'll grow back. Don't worry. Now, what do we need for your softwear? A neural link or something?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“̛͇̙͠Å͍ ̱͙̀̇n̜̆e̹͝u̥̐ŗ̓a̯̻̎͡l ͙͓͊͋l͖̦̔͝i̡͚͘͞nk͍̀,̲͗̓͜ ̡̳͑̽ẅ̲́o̡͖͊͆ul̼̫̿̚d̹̃ ̫̈hẽ̪ḷ͈͗̕p̼̭̄͆ ̧͋o̓͜u͓͑t̢͔̾̋ ̻̿a̤͛ ̟̔́͢t̉͟o̹͆n ̭̃ẗ̗́͢͝ò̦ a̰͓̅̓ccȩ̰̉͊s͈͑s͎̖̍̚ ̠̓͗͢ṫ̗h̤͗e ̝̯́͊soft͉̀w̝͆ä̘re̩͜͡͠,̥̙͂͠ ̩͖̉̓I̱͆ h͇̑̏ͅą̟̓͊v̫̿e̳̠̽͐ ̡͎͛́ò͔͉̾ne in͈͍̎̃ ̦̎t͙̂h͉͙͛͘e͙͋͟͝ ̡͆s͈̽̔ͅp̳̿ar̼̲̄͞e ̯̎d̥̞͐͘r̻̚aw̛̜̠̆ẹ̜͂́ȓ̭̭́ ̝͞ṯ̂h̙͔̃̀e̛̗r̮͑e ̰̾̇ͅa̠͒t̳̎ t̘͐he ȇ̳̼̎nd̛̖̣̒ ̳̔o̦̲͐̊f ̜̔t͖͑he̜̐ ̟͈̍̐kì͎t̨̘̒͊che̫̭͋̈n̙͋ ̱̂cạ̿b̻̃in̮̫͂͗e͛ͅtș̆”

She said calmly, a smile on her face, wider than it has been so fare their entire brief talks here, it was a big goofy dopey grin that read full of innocent nature and big potential, it was adorable

The neural link looked like a big beefy cable, it was a extra long one too, which means he could move a bit more while he worked on both the software and the hardware of consumatia, giving him a lot of flexibility thankfully.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

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Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

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There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

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"Oh yeah. You'll hardly even notice I'm there."

Usually he powered down drones for the work he did, but he wasn't sure if Consumatia would go for that. He was still a stranger, after all. Do drones have sedatives? He thought back to the infirmary he woke up in. They'd stuck a bunch of... magnets? To his head. It made him feel funny.

"Do you have magnets? I doubt you'll need them for the rust removal, but if you want me to do anything deeper, you might want em."

He got up to scrounge around for tools as he yapped. Unfortunately, he didn't have that kind of stuff built in.

"Do you keep the screwdrivers near the forks? I'm pretty sure drones eat metal now or something."

He'd found himself nibbling on weird stuff from time to time. He just figured it was to top up on materials for regeneration.

"I'm not sure how to help with the Solver bracelet things considering it's all eldritch, but if you have any ideas I can give em a shot."

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If anything the weird suddenness to help oddly seemed to comforted her more, she tapped her little feet against the floor, a lil tink sound resounding out as she did it

“Tḥ̌e m̤̂͋͜ă̡g̠̗̿̔ṇ̒ets͟͡ a̞̣̾̅re̮͑ ̧̈î̠ṇ̚̕ͅ ̪͒t͒͢ḩ̰͆̕ệ c̤͒͜͝l̬̺̈̾o̺̙͂̽sę̫̽́t ̗͇͂͊and̠͖̽̊ ͖͛t̖̦̊̏hḙ͚͐̓ ̝̑s̤̓cr̬̙̿͘ȅ̺͖͘w̱͞d̥͆ŕ̡iv̯̻͊̓e̖̽͟͞r̟͞s̡̙̑̔ ̯̊ą̊r̘̐ë̬̙͝ ̛͢n͍̈ext̝͋ t͚͕͛͐o̞̊ ̼̟́̾t̠̒ḧ́͜e͔̞͆͂ ͔͡k̂͜nivę̓s̲̾ ͚̎a̻̽c͔͌t̡͆ų̭̀́al̬̏ḷ͕̔̈y”̖͡

She said it and it wobbled a bit more in her voice, and some tears glitched onto her visors eyes, smiling as she did

“̭̑Hā͕h͓͂…̏ͅÎ͓ ͑͟d̲͞į͘d̨̞͗̊n̖͂’̟͍̈͛t̕ͅ ̾͢t̻̄ẖ̟̉͐ȉ̜̯̐n̠̅k͇̄ ̖̅m̌ͅy̛̺͢͝ ̧̰͌͘s̫̈́iste͔̋͆͜ř̛̳͟s͕͕̃̎ w̼̃e͖̫͑̂r̢͠e͍͇̎̏ ̩̓s͝ͅe̮̜͂̽ri͓̇o̐͢ủ͚s̈́͢ ̖͌w̙̎h͈̽ḙ͛n ̨͘t͉̄h̳͓̍̍e̬̚y ͖̞̍̆sá̟id ̥̀th͎͐e̱̚y f̯̻̌͝ơ̘͔̒u͉͛n̖̐̐͟d̢́ ̘͎̓͋ş̛ö͍́mĕ̞ŏ̢͕́ṅ̢̛̦e a̮͌s̪͑ w̫̐e̡̋ì̟r͉͞d̙͛͒ͅ ̗́ă̻s̯̈ u͢͡s ̪́ã̛̮͢nd̥́̉͢ ̜̆͢͝c̦̔oủ͎l͓̟̈́͆d̹̀ ͈̦̉͐p̩̂́͟ó͓̫̾t̘͠ë̦ñ̝t̫̎ȉ͈ä͉́lly̻͞ ̫͂he̯͡l̢͌͑͜p̣̲̒̕ ̛͇m̡͞ê͢, ̦̇i̋͜t̫͌’̮̀ṡ͍ ͙̕b͉͑èͅe̹̯͑̚n͊͢ ͜͞ś̩̺͗o ̝͠l͙̀o̘͛n͚͊g̖̅ ̺̖͆̕s͂͢į͐n̟͋ç̖̍̕e̫͎̐̋ ̤̀I’̝̌v̓͟ę̏ ͖͑è͍͛͟v͉̫̍̄e̤̭͆̑n t͙͋ou̯̔c̡̺̾̄hḙ̈d̲͍̃͞ ̛͔t̗̣̿̓he t̡́o̥͌o̱͈̒̓l̪̆s ͇̊̅ͅof ̧̃ȓ̰ė͚͉̌ṕ̲̏ͅä̼͎̀ĭ̻r̥͠ȋ̥̘̂n̢̍g ͖̳̒̔i͚̱̾͠n̺̓ g̺͂ę͔̀͊n̨̟͋̑era̦͌l̘͎͛̐ ͖̌d̦̀u̘̎e̛̙͙̋ t͎̀ō̜ e̽ͅv͉͋er̻̳̒̄yth͈͂i̡͍͊͝ng̝̋ s̗̆o̤̒…̲̚t̞̣͊̇h̨̛̟́á̢̪͠n̰̄k yǒ̧u͍͌, ̼̊gẹ̟͑̓n̡̘̔͛ù͜iṉ̛̓͜e͙͊̊ͅly̢̖̿͝ ͖̖̄̊tha͍͍͒̓nk ̱͠y̰͙͗̕o̦̾u”̭͡

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Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

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"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

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She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

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Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

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She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

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"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

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A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac paused, taking in the boatload of information. At the very least, he hardly felt evil in comparison to what that loser did to Consumatia. His usual orders from customers were putting cat ears on workers and shit, not ripping them apart like a five year old that just got handed a barbie doll.

"Good riddance to that freak, am I right?"

He was not good at the comforting thing. He still ought to try.

"I mean, he clearly had something DEEPLY wrong with him. Nobody who does shit like that is worth the air they breathe."

He said it so matter of factly.

"I'll be so for real, I don't know a lot about Solver stuff. When I died, the experiments on Copper 9 weren't even taking place yet. Most of the info I have is through that Khan guy and his WDF minions. All I gleamed was that his daughter is robot god now and he's very proud of how much she's grown and yadda yadda yadda."

He rolled his eyes.

"That being said, I know the mechanical side of things, and I can at least clean off the rust if you're ever feeling like a spa day. I don't think it'll fix the underlying issues, but it'll help you feel a lot better in general."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

There was a little noticeable brightening in her visor eyes, at being potentially fixed, then it dimmed past her normal, before settling back to a normal light level, she thought about it, and it was obvious that she was considering the offer but also something more.

“̠͋If̘̭̔͂ ̞̩̈̃I a͔̩̿̔s͈͇͆̊k̲͊e̳̯̓̑d̟̏͜͡ ̢͘ỷ̨̛̳ou͔̒ ́͟t̤͛o͐͜ f̜̃ix̼̐ ͉͔̊͋m̡̀e̱͐ ͇̆ű̧p̦̹̀͝…̠̾wo̢͖͊͞ű̙l͎̎d̰́ ̝͠ȳ̲̟̈ou? ͇̌A̬̾nd̗̊ ̨̈ì̫f͓̭͆͝ ̮͕̉̆y͗ͅö̮́ů̮̜͡ ̥̇ẃ͟ere̹̰̓͊ tô̠…̰̏c̦͈̀̐o̙͐u̺̩̍̄ĺ̢ḏ̋ y̡͔̎͐o̢̳̎͋u ̢̊b̢͎̾̆e ̖̌g͉̈e̝̽n̗͌t͈͘le̛̲?̩̹̿͘”̧̟́͝

She looked at Isaac, like a sopping wet cat seeing someone safe for the first time in a long time and deciding to trust them, and it was him. It was clear she was traumatized from the whole event, but she knew she needed to be repaired, lest her state get even worse…this also may allow access to her mind, allowing isaac into the works and potentially into hidden notes from this…scientist

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[diy-disassembly]

Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[diy-disassembly]

"Well, I'm great at giving nicknames if you're ever in the market for one."

He winked. Everyone in his corner at JCJ had a nickname curtesy of him. The simplest ones were the best. His finest work was simply calling the coffee-bearing intern "Ro."

"I've got some statement pieces of my own. What kinda lousy hypocrite would I be if I went running over some bracelets?"

Whoever made Consumatia knew better than this. Op had none of these issues. It was torture for the sake of torture. There was no pride in work like that. He'd just have to get close to this drone and maybe she'd eventually let him go to town with his toolbox. He hadn't touched a drone since he realized they were sentient. After all, working on a machine was a lot different than working on a living person. He couldn't stand by and let someone suffer, though. He'd have to see if he could try.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

A smile gently rested itself on consumatia’s lips at the mention of her bracelets being so casual, usually people got scared and a little confused, she held up her glitchy solver for a second, finally shutting the door and properly calming down, she showed off the bracelets and isaac could see that the bracelets were using a interlocking mechanism made specifically for her on her arms, she showed them off to isaac

“T̥͍̋͐ḧ͕͍́́e̤͛se ̲͆å͜re ̤̅d̡̈́esi͉̽g̤͋n͕̞͂͒ẹ̇d t̝͑ó̪͎̎ ̣̯̀̑k̡̧̂̅ȩ͘e̠͡p̨̱͒̚ ̘̇m̢̌y͖͎̏́ ̢̈́ṕ̪õ̰̔͟w͓͗e̘̓rs̢̒ ̻̌s̮̓e͎͕͂̀p̫͇͋̄á̧r̻̈á͕̘̓t̺̜̐̽ę͍́͊ ͎̐f͙͛ṛ̣̇͗o͒͜m̢͡ ̫̀m̝̳̽̈́e…͈͐th̲̒e̖͞y̘̠͗͒…͕̑t̠̂he h̼̅e̤̔a͎͞d̝͖̄̕ ̮̻̈͡sc͙̃͘͜iě̢͉͋n̢̨̍͠tist̬̩̀̌ ̞̀fi̮̽g͖̣̕͝ǔ̘r̮̲̈́͋ḙ͑d̟͡ ̜̇ou̫͔̓̚t̬͠ ḥ̤͛͗ō͔ẉ̀ ̟̉ẗ͎o͙̟͌́ ͕͉̏̏sé͇̋͢v͔̓e̦̬͆͒r ̘͌m̻͕͗̓y ̘̔p̹̽o̝͝wé̱rs ͔͞f̭͑r̠̔om̻̀ m͙͖̉͠ỹ̳s̼͂ḙ̠̃́lf̱̄,͔͂ ̹̯̚͠frö̙̤́̌m̝͛ ͎̋m̘͐y͙͌ ̫̏ơ̹wn c̼̳͂͘o̭̽d͇͉̿͠e̬̋ ̤̃t̙̘͛͛h̳͗a̫͗t͢͝ ͎̎wä̜͉̌s̭͠ ̧̏j̞̍us̞̍t͍̥̋̒ ̠͙͌̊a p̖̎i̬͋ḙ͌ce̪͊ ͕͒ỏ̗f̘͝ t̘̭̀̅hë̥̯́̔ ̧̌s̈͜o͕͡lv̜͌e̼̚r̛̠…a̦̐nd pü̘̋͢t i̝͝t i̟̋n̺̤̑͂t̞̃o̼̕ ͓̎t̳̉h͈̃e̤͐̄͟se͓̐ ̛͖̠̈́b̢̔rā̡̦̔c̤̠͋̆e̟̖̐͛l͛͢ë͉̲́͝t̉ͅs̗͞,̳̾ i̙̐f t͕̽h̒͢ey͖̼͐̉ ̳̞͡͡â͟r̢͕͋̕e̜̒ take̪͐n̢̅ ̧̛̤͆of̯̩̓̒f̨̌,͙̮͗̀ Î̢̥͐ ͔̦̾̋c͖̾ann̙͊̈͟ơ̻ṯ̡̾̓ f͉͒lȏ̖ä̝́ṭ̈́ ̟͈͗̕a̢̓nd̰͘ ̠̂w̙͑o̞̚ú̱͟͠l̡̇d ̺͆h̦̏ḁ͊ve͇̹͛͡ ̈͜to ̪̉h̰̖͗͞o̿ͅpe ͙̅I ̙͝c̱͊a̻̍n͔͗͊͢ ̺͋p̼̆ụ̧̇̕lḻ̂ ̛̝m͈̖̋̚ys̲͕̈́͛e̗̰͗̈lf͎͍̄͑ o̤̓ve͕̟͛̋r̻̿ ͎̔ț̎o ̗͠a cane̗͐ ̦͎̍͠o͚͡ṟ̓ ̰͓̽͂ẉ̀h͇̝̔̈́e͈̫͗̍è̳l̜̾c͙̥̒̔ha͙̞̒̌ỉ̹r…́͜ḁ̊ś̮̟́ ̦̩̆̕m̳͂y ̙̚bod́͟y͗͢ ̨̌i͓̫̽̂ṣ͛ ̘̹͂͝a̘̚s ͎͠ý͎o̢̔u̡͒ ̹͎͊̋ca̗̳̚͠n̜̈́ ̙͡s̻̤͌̈e̘͑e͔̚,̢̆ ̝̆n̦̏o̳̓t̪͈̐͞ ̘͡ĭ͓͘͟n͎̾ g̰̹̔͘o͢͠od͍̽ sh͕͆ap̥̑e̯̭͂̚…̯̊t̳͍͋͡h̺̣̒͡a̓͟ẗ͍̼́͒ ͓̪͐̓w̻̑ã͖s͕͇͆͛ ͙̝͋́i̡͘ṅ̠t̛̗͘ͅe̥͘nt͚͍͑̇io͚͝n̙̄a̞͂l ̺̓b̯̤̎̚ý̻̠̿ ͙͞t͉͆h̘̏e ̣͠hẹ̯͂̅ad̘̓͜͠ ̲͒s̯͊c̰̈́́͢i̗͑è̬n̓͢t͚̩͋͠ĩ̲s̫̣͂̑t,̫̅ ͈̈́he̞̓ ͎̋l̬̾ả̰u͎͡ghé̙d̞̓ o͑ͅf̧̏f̩̭̿͛ thō̖s͍͇̒͡e̗͝ w̖̔ḫ͝o̤̗͊͊ ̮̇s̯̜̀͂a̛͓ḭ̎d ͈̿̃͜t͎͛hẻ̛̤͢ ̡̅ŝ̰o̭̞̍̿l̝̞͗̾v̨̅e͚͋r̬̄ ͉͉͆͞m̛̻a͒͘͜͟y ̖̮͗͗h̠̓a̹̿v̝̿ë̫́ a͇̓ ̯͊m͓̋ą͉̆̈t͍̙̽͌e̺͒r̛̖nal͎̀͜͝ ͍͝r͍͝es̰̆̿͜pȯ̭͖̐n͔͆s͓̃e̱̺͂̇…͉̟̕̚hè̱ d̡͌i̺͙͗̄d͚͎͑̄ṉ̘̓̌’t̛̬ ̮͝ca̧͐re͆ͅ, h̦̆e ̞̜̉̅jù̳ś̖͙̔ẗ̹ ̣͌w̩͗a̠̓nt͇̯̓̆é̝͙͘d̙̭͊͒ ͚͞t͛ͅỏ͟ ̥̘͊̕s͢͝ê̼̞͡ẹ̈́ ͙͊i̛͍f̖̒ ͔̈́he̥̟͂̾ ̺͡c̗͛o̪̻̚͠ů̡͕͘l̈́͟d̛͙ ̥͒g̝̏iv͍̿͂͜e ̳̚a̤̔ ̢̤̾́s̼͋o͇͝l̤͝v̝̄͑͟e͑̀͟͟r̻̔ ̻͋s̥̃t́͜r̨̃a͔̐ḭ͞n̮̈ ̢͚͌̌it’̣̕s ow̮̳̿͘n̤̎̒͟ ͎͎̎̀li̤̇f̲͞e̻̫͊͌, ̯̽á͙ṋ̇d ̡̄t̮̥̓̽h̜̓e̜͉̊̆n ̤̀uṣ̛e͔͞d m̪̳̂̒è̟ f̀͢o͕͊r ̦͛t͚̔hat͕̹̒̓ ͍̫͗̓p̒͜at̛͟ć̨h…̪̎e͓̩̊̐a̹̐ch ͉̎scǎ̜r ͓̭̔̊o̫̎n̹̪͊̍ mỵ̄ ͈̍ĥ͔ead̺̫̀͆ ̠̄i̻̔s̪̝͆̽ ̫̽f͙̃r̝͂o̊͜m̮̔ ͔̌̎͢t̰͆h̝͐e man̙̄y m͓̀a̳̍n̓ͅy̽͜ ṣ͡ta̠̔bs ̪͐of̭̊ ̲͔̒͠t̤̖̔̋è̩̯̊st͙͠ï̞̺͘n̙̜̾̕ģ̖̽̊ ͕̈t͓̒h̥̫͗̓e p̙̊ä̖̬́̀t̹̋ć͎̞͋h̬̔ ͖̿o̞̐n ̡͈̑̊m̨͔̊͝e…̾͜t̤͋h̭͠e͈̽ ͔͓̎̋ḥ̇e̖͍̊̋ad̡̀ ̡͝s͔̓ci̮̊e͖͋ň̡t͇̀ị̅st͈͗ ͖̈́̏͜o̰̚fte̱̿n d͉͖̂͋ỉ͖d̞̀ ̥͖̿͞it ̙̰̑͗h̺̽i͔̓m̖̈s̑͟e̼̫͌͐l̳̚f p̠̈́è̖͉̕r̡̃s͓͐oṉ̏a̤͆l̼̚ĺ̨̹͐ý̖,̣͍̄͠ ͙͙̈́̒ị̞͐̾f̪̍ yõͅu͑ͅ ͕͞co̟̦̽͝ŭ̗l̙͋d͙̣̓͒n’t ̣͛t̜͎̀̅e̻͆lĺ͔ ͍͊ḃ̪̤̆ÿ̠́ ̰̯̈̇m͈͌y͉̑ l̥͔͑͝a̗͝b͔̀ s̙̚i̲̙͋͊s̤̟̒͒t̺̑ē̖r̤͊s͙͒ ͚̇a͈͊n̘̍d͇͘ ͎͌m̝̿y̠̼͗͘s͚̓ě͔̭̓l͔̖̑̕f͖̲̽͡…͖͓͑͑t̯͒he̫͡ ̯̇hé͖ad̢̈́ ̘̈́sc͔͒i̹̓è̢͜͞nti̞͝ş̲̂͗ṫ̥ ̜̂ḷ̪̿͗ǐ̭ke̳̖̎͛d ̫́p͎̳̓̄la̠͐yi̟̚n͎̞̓͊g̯̑ ̘̌gò̳d͚͆̚ͅ.”̟̓

She took a deep breath, it felt good to get that out, she continued though

“͍̒F̤͍̂̎or̟̭̈̄ ̲̱͆͒o̼͛́͜p͕̈́,̈́͜͟͝ ̧͍͒̐h͔̀ȇ̟ ̠͠j̈͜ủ̼̗̔s͈̋t ͔̓ẃ̙á͓n̪͒ẗ͇́e̥͋͘͢d͙̪̆͊ t̝͆ő̰ ̻̇s̯̓͜͞ee ̘͝if̻͝ ͙̟͑͡ī̞̯̆t̨̐̌ͅ ̧͍͊̉wȁ̖s̨̉ ͓̹͂͡po̹̽ss̱͡i͚͊b̨̃lė̘ ̫̋t̰̕o̳͡ ͖͛t͖̅r̛̥á̮̼͌ń̢s̟̖̎̑fer͕͊,͇͂ ̬̪͒͞h̰̗̒͐ê͙ ͓͆d͙̋id̻̏n̻̂’̥̽t̼̓ ̝̜̆̿c͈͗ar͔̀e̛̯ a̚͢b̼̋õ͖u͈̾t͔̂͜͝ ̥̂th̥̻͋͑e͈͒ ̜̳̉̈me̼͘m̝̝̒̕o̫͐r̡̈́y ṯ́h̲́in̢͈͂͊ĝ̨̀͢,͙̪̎͋ ͕͘he̼͑ ͎͕̍̂wą̙̍̕n̨̜̉͠t̰͡ẻ͈d ̱͌re͈̊s͙͂u̻͂l̪̀ť̙̖͒s͔͊͟͞ ̹̫̎͞ä͕n̰͝d ̹̈́n̦̠̔͊o͔̻̓͐th͇́͟͠ing̭͓͌̂ ͈́mo̡̓r̰̀e͔͎͛̚,̦̀ ̠̂fo̞̽r̹̓ ̂͢a̯̋i̛̪y̩̎a,̢̆ ̡̯̋͊s̪͒he ̘͆w͓͡ä̠́s̥̃ ̡̞͝͠a̙̳͑̔ ̤͐sec̭͔͌͠r͉͙̕͡e̙̟̒̄t̤̅ p̦͐ŗ͉̾̄o̓ͅjĕ̡c̹͒ṯ̆ ͓͒̓ͅk̺̏n̙̆ò̪wn̳͊ on̓͟l̮̅y ̞̽t̫̘̃͠ö͓́ ̺̑h̪̪̀̕ȋ̮̬͛m̨̾,̘̈͂͢ ̖̟̉̔t̥̭̆͞e͔͐s̜͗t͓͋i̬̎n̹̍g̈͜ t̘́h̡͒e ̣̟̀͒š̗tr̰̂e̺͎̓͋ngt̢̔ḧ͙ ̛̣ȏ̲f̓͢ ̦̆ḧ͈́um̼͌an v̺͔͛̑ì̠r̹̍u͙͝s̹͛ê̫̥̈s…̩͞ȧ͍nd͈͔͋̅ ͜͠te̮͐s͎̱̊̄t̤͂í̢͗ͅn͈̔g ̦́i̲̐f ̤̭͊͞h̬͛e̗̅ c̜͒ou̧̇ld̫͑ ͈̓cr̘̆ë͎ate͝ͅ ̍͜h̻̑ỉ̟̺̑s̬̅ ̖̂ỏ̪̺͠w̜͍͒͒n̘͝ ̩̽m̨̙̒̎â̯n̻͛m̺͒ad̼͉͂̊é͢ h͓͚̎̏ỏ͚ŕ̢r̠̀o̻̐r͈͗͝ͅ ̙̿̏͟in̯͑ ̤̿a̱͊ ͉͔̒̓s̗̠̈́͆ȩ͂n̙͑s̰̓̏͜e̗̾”͚̠̈̃

She looked into a mug holding drone oil, she sipped it lightly…seemingly still needing to drink oil like other regular solver hosts

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@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

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Isaac followed her inside, trying his best to show some restraint. He couldn't fumble this. Aiya said Consumatia needed him.

"I can be cool. I can be chill. No forced sleep mode here."

He found a chair of his own, pulling his annoyance of a tail to the side before plopping down. His leg immediately started bouncing.

"Alright. Let's do some nice, relaxing chatting. I'm Isaac, obviously. I'm a former human and current robotic badass. I live in an abandoned mall and enjoy tinkering with stuff, hunting down hostile disassembly drones, and long walks on the beach."

He said the last part jokingly.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She chuckled a little at the last part, smiling as she nodded to his tale

“̜͆I̥̗͆̈́ ̥̇w͎̓ą̛͢͡ś̞ d̈͜u̗͡b̺̌b̬̬͌͞ė̪̘͋d ̱͎́̀c̜̦͋̏o̰̔n̞̄sum͈̓a͎̔ti̳̬̿͂a ͚̍b̦̪͌̽ÿ̗́̄ͅ ͕͔͆̓m̛͇y̜̠͂̃ č͚rė̢ator̭͠ ̟̗͒̇a͢͡n̦͊d̨̛̜͊ ̳̜̂̅su̳͆c̖̕h…̧̿m̧͒y̯͎̓̚ ͖͚̀͝sī̲s̰͐̀ͅt̛̪e̖͌r͎͞s̬͞ ͕͆ĥ̞av͚̆e̢͡n̿͟’̛̤͖́t ̖͐g̢̨̋͋ivȇ̢ņ͖͐̇ m͍̈e̜̓ ̩̃a͚̿ ̧̂n̲̒i̬̽ċ͇k̬̗̊͠na̰͋m͎̦̊͠e̢͋ ̹̉o̲͊r s͎͉̈́͊i̒͢m̖̎ǐ̼l̡̘̓́a̠͊ŕ͖ ̠̮͝͝so̙͆u̟̔n̖͛d̤́i̥̗̔̊ǹ̺͞ͅg ̼͝nam̘̘̾̾e ̭̐y̲͒ẻ̡t ̢͆d̯͌ǘ̟é͙̪͆ ͕̌ṫ͔ȍ͓ ̨̦̔̅ṃ̋͢͡ė͔ ͈̝̓̚ṋ́o̭͠t̠͂ ̖̃k͖͌n̞͞ow͉̓ing̣͑ ̟̓h̡͒ow̢͉̐̆ ̭̭͒̿t̕͢ô̲ ̝̓f̟̉ḝe̱̳͌̎l̗͘ abo̖͆ut̜͛ ̨̈́it̰͒”

She looked at isaac, her fans beginning to whirr harder as she focused to speak clearer

“I…was…made like this.”

She took a breath and stopped focusing…whoever designed her blueprints was extra…horrid, that much isaac could internally figure out, intentional crosswiring as well with her fans whenever she attempted to speak clearer, threatened a overheat, it was a known oversight in some old circles…and if anything, the design flaw being used intentionally had some malicious intent behind it, no wonder aiya and op sent him hear, she needed some cheering up…just gotta figure out the how

“̱͈͛̾th̭̀ạ͛n̨͞k͖͙̀͝ y̲̔ȏ̩ù̙ ̲́fȯ̱̭͂r ͇̚są̧̔̌ẏ̼ì̦n̥͝g̪̖͐̋ ͖́o͎̐ve̺͡r̨̔ so̯͈͛͛ ̣̾f͕̈a̢͠r͂͢ ̛̩̜̕d͕̃̚͜ḛ͐ŝ̳pi͓̅t̝͝e m̟̥̈͌y̖̕…w̦̅ȩ͖͛͡i̙͞rd̰̽n͙̚e̥͍̒̚s̨̛͎̎s̠̑,͖͞ m̧̕o̩͗ṡ̙̝́t̪̤͒̚ ̤͋pḙ͡ó͢p̘̰͘͞ḷ͗ȩ͚̊̅ ̰̗́̄s̨̋e͈͊e̮̔ ṯ̅̉͜h̢̰͛͊e͓̅ ̻̔b͍͔̋̔r̞̋ȁ̝̥͝ce̢͓͐̔l̜͙̆̃et̻̐ş̰̽̋ an̡̄d͚͛ ̧͛r̀ͅu̥͉̒̚n̏ͅ…̊͜I̥͠ ̙̏d̡̽o̥̥͌̐n’ẗ͙̤̕ ̟̓e̼͋x̰̩͒̈a̫͗c̠̏t͍̎l̤͇̀̕ý̢ ̻͂h̻̍à͍v̲͒̏͟e â͉ ̲͆̌ͅǹ̟o̯͝rm̦̆̐͜a͔͒l ̥̪̌̀p̫̏͒ͅar̜̚e͕͝nț͌…̞̱̀͑ḋ̪u̞͗e t̤̩͊̚õ̢ ̹̓a͟͠g̝͝ḁ̤̄̓i͘ͅn̨͒ ̹͂ḧ͇ow ̢̟͌̓I̯̋̈́͟ ̣̏w͉̄͑͢a̗̓͜͠ṣ͠ ͖͑mǎ̞d͓̉e͚̾ ̬͝aṉ̂̐͜d̹͆ ͖̯͐̂ṡ͟u̦̝͌̀ĉ͇h̤̫̍̆”̨͎̊́

She took a breather

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[diy-disassembly]

"Oh boy."

He couldn't help but blurt out. He did his best to pivot immediately.

"I mean, oh boy! Glad to meetcha too!"

He immediately felt that itch in his digital brain. That engineering urge to fix and problem solve and make the damaged shiny and new. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to remind himself that Consumatia was a person. He couldn't just grab a screwdriver and go to town like he used to. He held out his hand.

"I'm sure you've heard about how charming and likable I am. I'm pals with your sisters, after all."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She shyly extended her hand and shook isaac’s, even for a drone she ran cold and seemed to prefer as such, which did feel nice in a way when even Isaac’s systems managed to pick up the difference, her body glitches and she floats to a seat to sit down, trying to calm herself down a little, her body needing a moment after it all, she barely moved and already she was seemingly tired

“̪̞̿̕I̧͘ h̙̿a̤͓͛̌v̥̞͆̑e ̙͞ḫ͗e̖̎ả̜̣̓r̮̓d̟̫͂͡ ̥̫͋͘ọ̕f ̖́y̙͌ő̱̳͛ū͟,̇͜ ̝̽y͇͋ò̥u͕̅…͕̉ŝ̖ẹ̄ȩ̐m ̩͐n̡̔i̗̮͑̈ce͎͒ ̲̂â̜n͈̿d͚̀ ̢͋ş͆uch̞̏,̛̖ ̥̂I̺͗ ͎̅d̲̜͋̾ò͙ ̥̖́̀ap̡͐ol̦̆oǧ̨i̻̽ẕ́e th̡͌ą̟̎͛t̲͕̑͛ ̞́I̟͝ ̡̓̓͢à͎̞̍m̳͒͜͡ ͙͗n̨͝ot a̙͈͘͝s͓̼̽͌…̏͢e̦͑x̛̹ĉ̛̠͇í͇ț̍a͕͒b̞̒l͔̔e ̱́a̺̓s ̩̏m͉̀y͕͋̃ͅ ̩̈́s̨͑ȉ̢s̪͔̚͠t̐͢ē̻r̥̩͛͆s,̘̯̆̐ ̢͗̚ͅṱ͂͑͢hẻ͈͢͝ÿ̩́ ̹̍h͝ͅave̺͡ ̯̹̔̾mor͔͑e ̥̫̒́f̳̀ú͔̰͘n͙̔ ͎̕th͉͐en ̨̜̓͋m͔̋e̡̋ ̝̦͐̕u͚̔s̹̉̿͢ua͉̔l̤͝l̢̓y̠͔͊͝…a͢͞s ṱ̿he̤̔y ̡̆are̯̅ ̛̦̗̃m̫͙̈͆ȍͅȓ̨e̩͒…͓̅a̠̾bl̯͌é̠̲̕ t̢͉̆͝o ̨́m̟̍̇͜ov̳̓ĕ͟ ͙͋ą̙̽͋n͇̎d ̛̗s̠̏u̢͍̽͘ĉ̻h̤̓,̱͂ ͙̮͑̐I͓̿ ̡̟̓͞c̥̆͢͝a͖͞n ͈̾f͕̆lo̢͊aẗ̙́ f͎̈õ̲r̼̰̆̆ ă̘ ̡̼͝͞l͍̈́ő̝̝̔n͚̿g̜͋ ̩̦̀̈́w͖̍h̒͢ĭ̤l͖̓e ̯̇a͕͡n̥͆͠ͅḍ͆ sȗ̞̫͝c̟̕h ̨͙̾̽b̺́ut͉̏ ̖́̐ͅi͈͈͆̔f ̙͈́͠I̥͠ o͑͟ve͈͐ṟ͆ ė͓x̻̰͆̅ĕ̮rt͊͜ ̣͇̿͝i͈͌t͚̬̽̐s̪̋ë̩́l̢͐f͕̿,̩̈ ̊͢ṁ͔y b̖̞͒̐o̻̊dy ̯͈͐̚rḙ͑͟͝s̮̍ṗ̩o͙̍ņ̎̚͢d̯͠ṣ̦̉͂ ̗̐w̡̰̔̈́i̡̽th͖͐ ǎ̹ sudd̥͑͐͜ě͕n ̪̪̈͠sl͉͎̏̈ẹ̕ep m͍̄ô͔̬͘ḍ̢͛̿e ̻̣͊̍ẗ̩o̫͒ r̛̺̙̆ė̩co͍̊v̭̈er͎̊ ͍̥͌̾ḿ̦y̺̥͆̌ e͎͐ñ̞er̭̀ḡ̛̙͎y͕͂”

The gal looks sad she’s a clashing personality to the chaotic man in front of her, that she can’t have fun in the same way as her sisters, though, maybe if isaac asks, he can get more details on her sisters

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@diy-disassembly

Isaac slinked past the bunker's main entrance, focusing on the coordinates leading him to the back. He hadn't been near Outpost 3 in a long time. It felt a little weird thinking about all the hustle and bustle going on inside. He shook off the bad vibes and trudged through the snow towards the half-buried door. He took notice of an iced-over camera and stood on his tippy toes to wipe off the lens. He stuck his face in the camera, giving a Cheshire grin.

"Hello hello hello! One Isaac Callahan has come to make your day a lot more awesome."

The camera did eventually move and the door would open up…a place with the bare essentials for a drone, both food/snack wise and some other miscellaneous things…but the most striking thing was…consumatia herself..

“H-̨̔h̤̹͌̈e̍͜ll̦͠ò͉̫͡?̠̓”͔͆

The gal’s voice box sounded…god it sounded broken, and the more isaac looked, the more he as an engineer was…wondering what the hell they were doing to her down there in the labs, especially to the gal before him, especially that head scientist. He could see the parts on consumatia, rust lining the ball joints that allowed for movement, the way they scrapped against the body which in of itself was rusting in some areas, the way some parts of her head have scars and indents, like that weird solver healing and dd healing works on her but it’s not strong enough, thus like the human body, leaving scars, the way she floats like it hurts to walk, and judging by her legs and feet…they probably do, how the newest thing on her…were her solver bracelets

”̯͗ṇ̙̈͛-͍̐n̮͡ic̳̾e̠̿ ͈̑tỏ͜ ̻̏me̜̕e̗̋ṫ̠ ̺̎̓͜yó͟ù͍ is̫̀a̰͞ac͉̔….̨̯̍͘î͍’̧͈̊̐m̧̫͒̏ c̘̼͊̍ŏ͈nsu̱̇͗ͅm͒͟ả̧̟̇t̲̔i̳͙̔̓a̘̐”̘͛͛͜

The poor lass

[consumatiaexerunnning]

It had been some time after TessCyn had gone through her protocol in front of Consumatia, yet she still refuses to open up or really acknowledge that it's an issue. Even with WDF attempting to defend the underground Cathedral from the duo, they weren't much of a match for them! However, she suddenly found herself to be damaged for once after putting herself between Consumatia and a WDF drone's gun, hissing in pain.

@house-of-cyn Vengeance!AU

The damage having been dealt surprised consumatia

The sounds that the wdf heard next were like an animalistic cry of a child that had just saw it’s mother hurt, she lunged forth in speed and anger

[house-of-cyn]

Prev.

Once the initial activation of the Fuelles Souffrantes Protocol had finished booting up, Consumatia was met with... silence. Instead of beration or vitriol, there was just pure silence as holographic tears hopelessly dripped from the drone's visor. The quiet did not last long though.

"Well... I would say that I hope you're happy, but we all know that I would be lying."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

Silence answered back, then a chuckle, humorless in nature

“I already told you, they made me like you were in that pit, they took a chunk of the solver and made me in my own being, what else is there to say, destroying that planet and starting at somewhere new is the only solution I saw for this.”

Her frills drooped slightly

“Solver or whatever her chosen name may be, is all I have for family….I want connection, Im not going to get that without giving her a new goal…a new hope for something more than what she was programmed to do per say…”

She thinks before speaking again

“May you nor mother never have to meet my creator, I hope that in the least….this world, will be our new home and maybe we can start something, to be a family, to be…something…”

What a cursed existence, a being made of a chunk solver….and yet it yearns for maternal love from the origin of that said chunk.

[house-of-cyn]

Cyn goes silent, though whether it was out of anger or contemplation could be anybody's guess. Regardless, the protocol kept its hold on the vessel as she spoke to Consumatia.

"I do not want to be here anymore. All I've seen is slaughter and suffering on a scale that no-one should ever have to witness. I'd rather be dead at this rate, even if it brings her down with me... but I don't have that choice. I never will..."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“And I never had a choice in being born, yet I have you both to thank for that.”

She put it simply and bluntly, sighing, she can be as forward as them it seems.

“Whatever the case, it’s now or never to restart. And I’d like a restart.”

She focuses on flying a bit more

“I’ll get my own family my own way…other universes be damned.”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@malignant-entities

Mal knocked on Connie's door. Their first meeting had been a little awkward, and Mal was hoping to make up for it now that Chroma and Kenos were behaving at least a little better. They leaned against their cane, putting on their most confident smile.

"Hello there! Thought I'd stop by for a visit."

The door opened gently, connie smiled widened as she saw mal, her little tail wagging happily as she floated up into the air again and opening the door fully

“Hey mal, chroma, kenos, glad to see you all here!”

She trilled a little as she let them in, her house has seen some slight redecorating, like she just had a sleepover recently and forgot to clean up

“Glad to have ya!”

[malignant-entities]

"Thanks!"

Mal hobbled inside, their two tails looking around.

"Looks like someone had fun~"

Chroma gave a mischievous grin. Or at least attempted to in his current tail form. Mal leaned against the wall and pulled a small plastic bag out of their pocket. Inside were tiny silver coin-like batteries.

"Here, a gift. These are a little sweeter than the typical double As. I had a gift bag, but Kenos ate it."

Kenos tilted her head.

"Paper and plastic have a good texture."

Mal rolled their eyes. At least she didn't eat the batteries.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Heheheh thanks! And yeah had some fun with mama and her version of j v and n arrived…their stuck fused together”

She says casually as she munches on the double aa batterys, smiling

“So how has things been going with op and how did the meeting with aiya go! I wanna hear the details of it, if that is okay with you three ehehehe”

[malignant-entities]

"Three people in one, huh? Sounds familiar."

Mal chuckled, taking a seat. They'd have to see if they could meet this Tessa and her fused friends sometime.

"Everything went pretty smoothly. Op gave us some body mods to make Chroma and Kenos more comfortable, and Aiya showered us with gifts and followed it up with flying lessons. You've got some generous friends."

"I have Iottle's bones. He will be gawked at behind glass, as he deserves."

Kenos seemed proud of herself.

"We're bringing that up right off the bat, huh?"

Mal frowned.

"I don't see why it's much different that any other human's bones, but you do you~"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Iottle bones being set-up is a funny thought though, at least to me, and glad to hear op set you all up to be able to switch properly as well as aiya showing her generosity hehehe”

She said, smiling at the idea of the scientist who created her, aiya, and op, as well as the factor of her lab sisters were doing good

“Aiya is a benevolent being, despite originally being a virus, she likes using her access to a version of the internet, to gift those she likes with personal stuff, get them ready so they may be able to get used to this weird world we live in of possibilities”

She floated over to a seat and set her feet on the ground in a nice comfy chair

“Though I heard the quantity and quality you three got was extra special”

[malignant-entities]

"We're lucky to be surrounded by good people."

Mal leaned back, relaxing with a sigh.

"I'm getting along with Chroma and Kenos better thanks to you and the others."

Mal nudged Kenos with their foot. She had started gnawing on the chair.

"Hey! Do you need a bone or something? What's your deal?"

"It's boring to be a tail."

"You'll have your turn soon."

"..."

Kenos listened, at least for the moment.

"See? We are a tame as ever."

Chroma said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She giggled, a cute little sound

“I think it’s good you three have had some time to talk amongst yourselves about this, and with some help some op, you’ve managed to add some flair to this new state of life of yours, though I must admit, all of this has been something”

She said with a smile, then pondered, grabbing herself a a cup of oil with her arms, as they hovered away from her own body as she added whip cream to both of them and brought over both cups, one for herself, and one for mal and crew, taking a thoughtful sip before speaking again

“Though that said, I do wonder, something about you mal…if not too intrusive, as I float to deal with my problem but…how come you need a cane or a wheel chair?”

Which makes them all realize…they’ve barely seen her touch her feet to the ground except when sitting

[malignant-entities]

Mal took the drink gratefully. They cupped their hands around the mug. They were quiet for a moment, thinking.

“It’s a defect I was manufactured with. Something deep inside that can’t easily be repaired. My joints are loose, and it can be painful to move around sometimes. I guess it might be similar to something I heard Cyn had before… all that.”

Mal wasn’t totally sure how to address the whole Cyn situation. They weren’t close to anyone involved. They were sort of a background character in that way. If anything, Connie would know way more.

“Sorry to derail. The point I meant to make is that some days it hurts more than others, and I need extra support.”

“Some days they don’t even need the cane!”

“Buuuut I always carry it around. Just in case.”

“You could use your wings.”

“In an emergency, sure, but my cane’s my cane. It’s handy dandy! Plus, it was a gift.”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She sipped her own drink, thoughtfully, looking into it before talking and letting the three quiet down before speaking

“As you three recall…I was intentionally made damaged…my parts and such were scavenged and ensured each and every single one was pretty damaged but still could function, each and every part, every rusted bolt, even my voice modulator, before mama gained admin over me, was pretty banged up…but even with my healing in my own hands and being able to turn into my own true form…the parts aren’t fully fixed still, it’s fixed but..only slightly, my feet and legs still hurt when I touch the ground, I can still feel the rust on some of my teeth and my magnets, the way it all just…feels off, even if it hurts less, my mind registers it the same…despite it being lessened, I do my best to limit my time walking cus of it…only do I walk when disguised as some other drone which I…should probably stop doing with my choice of disguise…eheh”

She softly looked into her oil

“Im sure in time my legs will fully heal but with all my healing has to do…it’s…a long way to go…and I’ll probably have to learn to walk anyhow, solver weight distribution is…funky”

She looked at mal calmly, a soft smile

“Im glad to see you have some aid’s for yourself”

[malignant-entities]

"Baby steps. Literally."

Mal grinned back at Connie.

"I was wondering about the floating. It's nice to think we have a bit of a kinship here. If you'd ever like an assistive device please don't hesitate to reach out. I have plenty of connections."

"I think Oprcubhmm would likely handle the issue before you."

"Maybe, but it's nice to offer."

Mal thought to themselves. If they could heal like Connie, would they? The pain wasn't fun, that was true, but they'd adapted to the life they'd been given. They were proud of their perseverance, so it was an interesting question indeed.

"I wish I could shapeshift, just for the sake of Chroma and Kenos, honestly. I am very much thankful for the body mods I received, and I know they are too."

Kenos gave a slight nod.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“It was something op brought up but she didn’t wanna risk hurting me in the process, all the rust and such, as well as her inexperience at the time, it was a bad combo”

She thought on the mention of it

“And one day I may ask for a assistive device, it may help the process and such”

She looked curiously at all of them of her guests before her, wondering what to ask next before she nodded to herself

“Well, if I may ask a bit of a odd question, what has been each of your favorite moments of meeting me and my sisters, one at a time though heheh”

[malignant-entities]

"I'll keep that in mind."

Mal nodded.

Chroma began to pipe up, but Kenos was quick to cut him off.

"I'm first."

Annoyed, Chroma huffed and layed on his pillow.

"I liked Aiya. Much less annoying than Chroma."

>:(

"Her gifts were worthy. I will keep them safe."

Kenos thought for a moment.

"Your home is cozy. You are interesting. The oil is good."

Finally:

"Oprcubhmm put us to menial work, but I get food, so I will not complain. The modifications make up for it."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

"very fair points to each of them, including myself, oppy does tend to send some people on fetch quests if she herself has to make sure the prototype of her design works with minimal parts so when it actually is attached it works out, I am glad to hear that about aiya, she does tend to enjoy her gifts being worthy, and as for me, glad I am interesting enough as is and that the oil is to your liking"

she gestures to chroma

"your turn now chroma"

[malignant-entities]

Chroma took the chance to shoot up, pushing Kenos out of the way.

“Finally.~”

He smiled as wide as his tail form would let him.

“I will say everyone was indeed very entertaining. Though I loathe to admit that I have taken anything to heart, I have found the advice I’ve been given useful.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, as though the very action of being genuine bugged him. Mal pat him on the head. He hissed in turn and snapped at their hand. Kenos let out a low chuckle.

“I’m trying to be supportive, Chroma!”

“I do not need to be condescended to, Malik.”

Mal rolled their eyes and sunk back into their seat.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She softly chuckled, as mal sunk a little

“Ah well I am glad to hear that, but that leaves the main body themself, what are your thoughts mal, hm?”

She said, looking curiously upon the drone before her

[malignant-entities]

"Me? I think all of them were exceedingly kind. I wasn't sure what to expect when you floated up to us near the spire back then, but I'm glad I didn't let my nerves get to me."

Mal tapped their chin with their cane as they thought about how to phrase things.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I wasn't connected to anyone extraordinary like that Uzi kid or the disassembly drones. All I knew about Solver stuff was rumor and personal experience. I obviously had it rough with Chroma and Kenos, and Uzi allegedly devoured half of her class, so I was weary of anything that wasn't the standard worker look. It was even harder to keep my cool with Aiya, but I'm so happy I did. She was so amazing with all of us. Op has been a huge help too. It's a little weird to feel my body, uh, change, but it helps Chroma and Kenos feel a lot more at home, so to speak."

"You're a solver drone and a shapeshifter. How special.~"

"Your personality is still boring, though."

"Pot, meet kettle."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“To be fair, this planet seems to find the oddest ways to make people special, my sisters are a prime example but others existed cus of this weird planet, atleast from what i can gather, c9 is the typical hot spot of drone shenanigans in our multiverse, what a snowy choice.”

She said with a nod, chuckling at kenos and chroma’s comments

“Though if I were to add anything to it is just be careful out there…Aiya recently…felt a disturbance in the multiverse, something happened, and me and op sensed it too”

[malignant-entities]

"A... disturbance?"

Mal frowned. That didn't sound good. Especially if the problem was multi-freaking-versal.

"Obviously you're not in tune with the harmonic resonance of infinite timelines singing an eternal melody."

Chroma smirked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"If there is a problem I will eliminate it."

"What she means is we'll help if we can."

"I think Consumatia will have better luck with the little purple administrator, don't you?"

Mal twiddled their thumbs, looking down. They didn't have a lot of experience stopping threats to existence. That much was true.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“One universe was all he needed….” Was all she managed to mutter out

Not she…he..

And there was only one “he” that the sisters spoke of during introductions, one that was apart of kenos’s collection currently.

[malignant-entities]

"Oh."

"A measly human won't be a problem for-"

Mal gave Chroma a grave look. He trailed off, surprised by the serious tone the conversation had taken. Mal continued.

"The doctor guy. Is he coming here? If he wants to hurt anyone I won't let it happen."

"How?"

"I... I'm sure I can talk to him."

"Or, you could let the disassemblers handle it."

Kenos seemed all too eager to go on the offensive.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Remember what he made each of us for…especially op. he likely won’t be exactly human anymore, the singular version that managed to cheat death….and mal….this is one of those times I’d give the okay towards kenos or chroma’s methods, you may try yours first, but at the first sign things gets jumpy, let kenos or chroma get violent, he is not like oprcubhmm, he is a horrendous man willing to do many things for his goals, and as evidenced by op’s past, other humans aren’t exceptions either”

She holds her cup tighter slightly

[malignant-entities]

Chroma looked smug. Mal nodded, staring into their drink.

"Some people can't be reasoned with. I guess it makes sense that he's one of them."

Mal had assumed the same of Chroma and Kenos, but then again, Dr. Iottle had done much worse than follow Cyn blindly.

"Most humans are horrible. Remember that."

"You'd be surprised how many kind ones there were."

"He is not one of them."

"I know."

Mal felt a familiar aching. They missed their old friends.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“He isn’t but hey, it would protect what remains of the good ones, their memories and those like op, we don’t know but from what we can gather as….as soon as he found our counterparts in that universe….”

Her eyes go angry, and a bit teary eyed as well

“We can’t see into that universe anymore…and we are nothing but scrap most likely there.”

[malignant-entities]

"That's horrible."

Mal put their drink down and extended a hand to Connie.

"I won't let that happen to you here."

"We won't let that happen."

Mal looked at Chroma, shocked.

"What? Her and her sisters are the most interesting thing to happen to us in ages."

"I will disassemble those who seek to cause you harm."

Mal half wondered if the two really cared or if they were just looking for an excuse to be violent. Though... maybe the lab sisters really had made an impact on them.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Thank you three, it means a lot to hear that”

She said, gently smiling as she held the hand of mal

“It really truly does”

She looked at the tail heads and gave neck scritches and headpats, brief and small gestures

[malignant-entities]

Startled, Chroma blushed and looked away. He did not complain, though. Kenos let out a quiet, rough purr. Her expression remained flat as always.

"You purr?"

"You do too."

"I think I'd know if I did???"

"It's coming from our core and internal fans."

Mal felt their chest with their free hand. Sure enough...

"I- I'll unpack that later. What can we do now to help?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“For now? Prepare for the worst, hope for the best when it comes to him arriving in our universe. Healing supplies, weapons, i’ve already informed mama via text, op is building something that allows you to have the whole dd arsenal at your fingertips as well as her healing spray tool will be in there as well”

She slides over a blueprint from op

“Figured I mention it”

[malignant-entities]

Mal's face screwed into a worried frown. Giving something like this to Chroma and Kenos seemed like a bad idea, but if they really were going to protect everyone, then it very well may be necessary. Mal didn't even want to have something like that on their person, but that was the messy nature of sharing a body.

"It... looks efficient."

"Oooo! I'm in love."

"It will suffice."

"I'll have to gather what supplies I have. Sounds like people might get hurt."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Sometimes in times like this, you will need to be the sword and the shield mal, and like I said, it will be coming with the attachment op has, so you can even use it for more dangerous treatment spots that need healing up in the mean time”

She smiles at the trio, care for all of them in her eyes

“Glad to have met you all again…thanks heh”

[malignant-entities]

"Sword and shield. I'll see what I can do."

Mal leaned on their cane as they stood up.

"Alright. I'll sort out my supplies and shoot everyone a text when we're organized. Thank you for telling me about this."

Chroma and Kenos' tail forms retracted into Mal, and their digital apparitions materialized. Although Chroma smiled, he seemed to be lost in thought. Kenos looked intense, to put it lightly.

"C'mon. We have to get the WDF in order."

As the hobbled towards the door, they stopped and glanced back at Connie.

"Stay safe, ok? I'll see you again soon."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“You stay safe too you three, it has been the best pleasure to be with you all”

She said with a soft smile

“And if you wanna talk again sometimes…please do”

She watched gently as the trio left…she liked their company a lot

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@malignant-entities

Mal knocked on Connie's door. Their first meeting had been a little awkward, and Mal was hoping to make up for it now that Chroma and Kenos were behaving at least a little better. They leaned against their cane, putting on their most confident smile.

"Hello there! Thought I'd stop by for a visit."

The door opened gently, connie smiled widened as she saw mal, her little tail wagging happily as she floated up into the air again and opening the door fully

“Hey mal, chroma, kenos, glad to see you all here!”

She trilled a little as she let them in, her house has seen some slight redecorating, like she just had a sleepover recently and forgot to clean up

“Glad to have ya!”

[malignant-entities]

"Thanks!"

Mal hobbled inside, their two tails looking around.

"Looks like someone had fun~"

Chroma gave a mischievous grin. Or at least attempted to in his current tail form. Mal leaned against the wall and pulled a small plastic bag out of their pocket. Inside were tiny silver coin-like batteries.

"Here, a gift. These are a little sweeter than the typical double As. I had a gift bag, but Kenos ate it."

Kenos tilted her head.

"Paper and plastic have a good texture."

Mal rolled their eyes. At least she didn't eat the batteries.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Heheheh thanks! And yeah had some fun with mama and her version of j v and n arrived…their stuck fused together”

She says casually as she munches on the double aa batterys, smiling

“So how has things been going with op and how did the meeting with aiya go! I wanna hear the details of it, if that is okay with you three ehehehe”

[malignant-entities]

"Three people in one, huh? Sounds familiar."

Mal chuckled, taking a seat. They'd have to see if they could meet this Tessa and her fused friends sometime.

"Everything went pretty smoothly. Op gave us some body mods to make Chroma and Kenos more comfortable, and Aiya showered us with gifts and followed it up with flying lessons. You've got some generous friends."

"I have Iottle's bones. He will be gawked at behind glass, as he deserves."

Kenos seemed proud of herself.

"We're bringing that up right off the bat, huh?"

Mal frowned.

"I don't see why it's much different that any other human's bones, but you do you~"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Iottle bones being set-up is a funny thought though, at least to me, and glad to hear op set you all up to be able to switch properly as well as aiya showing her generosity hehehe”

She said, smiling at the idea of the scientist who created her, aiya, and op, as well as the factor of her lab sisters were doing good

“Aiya is a benevolent being, despite originally being a virus, she likes using her access to a version of the internet, to gift those she likes with personal stuff, get them ready so they may be able to get used to this weird world we live in of possibilities”

She floated over to a seat and set her feet on the ground in a nice comfy chair

“Though I heard the quantity and quality you three got was extra special”

[malignant-entities]

"We're lucky to be surrounded by good people."

Mal leaned back, relaxing with a sigh.

"I'm getting along with Chroma and Kenos better thanks to you and the others."

Mal nudged Kenos with their foot. She had started gnawing on the chair.

"Hey! Do you need a bone or something? What's your deal?"

"It's boring to be a tail."

"You'll have your turn soon."

"..."

Kenos listened, at least for the moment.

"See? We are a tame as ever."

Chroma said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She giggled, a cute little sound

“I think it’s good you three have had some time to talk amongst yourselves about this, and with some help some op, you’ve managed to add some flair to this new state of life of yours, though I must admit, all of this has been something”

She said with a smile, then pondered, grabbing herself a a cup of oil with her arms, as they hovered away from her own body as she added whip cream to both of them and brought over both cups, one for herself, and one for mal and crew, taking a thoughtful sip before speaking again

“Though that said, I do wonder, something about you mal…if not too intrusive, as I float to deal with my problem but…how come you need a cane or a wheel chair?”

Which makes them all realize…they’ve barely seen her touch her feet to the ground except when sitting

[malignant-entities]

Mal took the drink gratefully. They cupped their hands around the mug. They were quiet for a moment, thinking.

“It’s a defect I was manufactured with. Something deep inside that can’t easily be repaired. My joints are loose, and it can be painful to move around sometimes. I guess it might be similar to something I heard Cyn had before… all that.”

Mal wasn’t totally sure how to address the whole Cyn situation. They weren’t close to anyone involved. They were sort of a background character in that way. If anything, Connie would know way more.

“Sorry to derail. The point I meant to make is that some days it hurts more than others, and I need extra support.”

“Some days they don’t even need the cane!”

“Buuuut I always carry it around. Just in case.”

“You could use your wings.”

“In an emergency, sure, but my cane’s my cane. It’s handy dandy! Plus, it was a gift.”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She sipped her own drink, thoughtfully, looking into it before talking and letting the three quiet down before speaking

“As you three recall…I was intentionally made damaged…my parts and such were scavenged and ensured each and every single one was pretty damaged but still could function, each and every part, every rusted bolt, even my voice modulator, before mama gained admin over me, was pretty banged up…but even with my healing in my own hands and being able to turn into my own true form…the parts aren’t fully fixed still, it’s fixed but..only slightly, my feet and legs still hurt when I touch the ground, I can still feel the rust on some of my teeth and my magnets, the way it all just…feels off, even if it hurts less, my mind registers it the same…despite it being lessened, I do my best to limit my time walking cus of it…only do I walk when disguised as some other drone which I…should probably stop doing with my choice of disguise…eheh”

She softly looked into her oil

“Im sure in time my legs will fully heal but with all my healing has to do…it’s…a long way to go…and I’ll probably have to learn to walk anyhow, solver weight distribution is…funky”

She looked at mal calmly, a soft smile

“Im glad to see you have some aid’s for yourself”

[malignant-entities]

"Baby steps. Literally."

Mal grinned back at Connie.

"I was wondering about the floating. It's nice to think we have a bit of a kinship here. If you'd ever like an assistive device please don't hesitate to reach out. I have plenty of connections."

"I think Oprcubhmm would likely handle the issue before you."

"Maybe, but it's nice to offer."

Mal thought to themselves. If they could heal like Connie, would they? The pain wasn't fun, that was true, but they'd adapted to the life they'd been given. They were proud of their perseverance, so it was an interesting question indeed.

"I wish I could shapeshift, just for the sake of Chroma and Kenos, honestly. I am very much thankful for the body mods I received, and I know they are too."

Kenos gave a slight nod.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“It was something op brought up but she didn’t wanna risk hurting me in the process, all the rust and such, as well as her inexperience at the time, it was a bad combo”

She thought on the mention of it

“And one day I may ask for a assistive device, it may help the process and such”

She looked curiously at all of them of her guests before her, wondering what to ask next before she nodded to herself

“Well, if I may ask a bit of a odd question, what has been each of your favorite moments of meeting me and my sisters, one at a time though heheh”

[malignant-entities]

"I'll keep that in mind."

Mal nodded.

Chroma began to pipe up, but Kenos was quick to cut him off.

"I'm first."

Annoyed, Chroma huffed and layed on his pillow.

"I liked Aiya. Much less annoying than Chroma."

>:(

"Her gifts were worthy. I will keep them safe."

Kenos thought for a moment.

"Your home is cozy. You are interesting. The oil is good."

Finally:

"Oprcubhmm put us to menial work, but I get food, so I will not complain. The modifications make up for it."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

"very fair points to each of them, including myself, oppy does tend to send some people on fetch quests if she herself has to make sure the prototype of her design works with minimal parts so when it actually is attached it works out, I am glad to hear that about aiya, she does tend to enjoy her gifts being worthy, and as for me, glad I am interesting enough as is and that the oil is to your liking"

she gestures to chroma

"your turn now chroma"

[malignant-entities]

Chroma took the chance to shoot up, pushing Kenos out of the way.

“Finally.~”

He smiled as wide as his tail form would let him.

“I will say everyone was indeed very entertaining. Though I loathe to admit that I have taken anything to heart, I have found the advice I’ve been given useful.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, as though the very action of being genuine bugged him. Mal pat him on the head. He hissed in turn and snapped at their hand. Kenos let out a low chuckle.

“I’m trying to be supportive, Chroma!”

“I do not need to be condescended to, Malik.”

Mal rolled their eyes and sunk back into their seat.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She softly chuckled, as mal sunk a little

“Ah well I am glad to hear that, but that leaves the main body themself, what are your thoughts mal, hm?”

She said, looking curiously upon the drone before her

[malignant-entities]

"Me? I think all of them were exceedingly kind. I wasn't sure what to expect when you floated up to us near the spire back then, but I'm glad I didn't let my nerves get to me."

Mal tapped their chin with their cane as they thought about how to phrase things.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I wasn't connected to anyone extraordinary like that Uzi kid or the disassembly drones. All I knew about Solver stuff was rumor and personal experience. I obviously had it rough with Chroma and Kenos, and Uzi allegedly devoured half of her class, so I was weary of anything that wasn't the standard worker look. It was even harder to keep my cool with Aiya, but I'm so happy I did. She was so amazing with all of us. Op has been a huge help too. It's a little weird to feel my body, uh, change, but it helps Chroma and Kenos feel a lot more at home, so to speak."

"You're a solver drone and a shapeshifter. How special.~"

"Your personality is still boring, though."

"Pot, meet kettle."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“To be fair, this planet seems to find the oddest ways to make people special, my sisters are a prime example but others existed cus of this weird planet, atleast from what i can gather, c9 is the typical hot spot of drone shenanigans in our multiverse, what a snowy choice.”

She said with a nod, chuckling at kenos and chroma’s comments

“Though if I were to add anything to it is just be careful out there…Aiya recently…felt a disturbance in the multiverse, something happened, and me and op sensed it too”

[malignant-entities]

"A... disturbance?"

Mal frowned. That didn't sound good. Especially if the problem was multi-freaking-versal.

"Obviously you're not in tune with the harmonic resonance of infinite timelines singing an eternal melody."

Chroma smirked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"If there is a problem I will eliminate it."

"What she means is we'll help if we can."

"I think Consumatia will have better luck with the little purple administrator, don't you?"

Mal twiddled their thumbs, looking down. They didn't have a lot of experience stopping threats to existence. That much was true.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“One universe was all he needed….” Was all she managed to mutter out

Not she…he..

And there was only one “he” that the sisters spoke of during introductions, one that was apart of kenos’s collection currently.

[malignant-entities]

"Oh."

"A measly human won't be a problem for-"

Mal gave Chroma a grave look. He trailed off, surprised by the serious tone the conversation had taken. Mal continued.

"The doctor guy. Is he coming here? If he wants to hurt anyone I won't let it happen."

"How?"

"I... I'm sure I can talk to him."

"Or, you could let the disassemblers handle it."

Kenos seemed all too eager to go on the offensive.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Remember what he made each of us for…especially op. he likely won’t be exactly human anymore, the singular version that managed to cheat death….and mal….this is one of those times I’d give the okay towards kenos or chroma’s methods, you may try yours first, but at the first sign things gets jumpy, let kenos or chroma get violent, he is not like oprcubhmm, he is a horrendous man willing to do many things for his goals, and as evidenced by op’s past, other humans aren’t exceptions either”

She holds her cup tighter slightly

[malignant-entities]

Chroma looked smug. Mal nodded, staring into their drink.

"Some people can't be reasoned with. I guess it makes sense that he's one of them."

Mal had assumed the same of Chroma and Kenos, but then again, Dr. Iottle had done much worse than follow Cyn blindly.

"Most humans are horrible. Remember that."

"You'd be surprised how many kind ones there were."

"He is not one of them."

"I know."

Mal felt a familiar aching. They missed their old friends.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“He isn’t but hey, it would protect what remains of the good ones, their memories and those like op, we don’t know but from what we can gather as….as soon as he found our counterparts in that universe….”

Her eyes go angry, and a bit teary eyed as well

“We can’t see into that universe anymore…and we are nothing but scrap most likely there.”

[malignant-entities]

"That's horrible."

Mal put their drink down and extended a hand to Connie.

"I won't let that happen to you here."

"We won't let that happen."

Mal looked at Chroma, shocked.

"What? Her and her sisters are the most interesting thing to happen to us in ages."

"I will disassemble those who seek to cause you harm."

Mal half wondered if the two really cared or if they were just looking for an excuse to be violent. Though... maybe the lab sisters really had made an impact on them.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Thank you three, it means a lot to hear that”

She said, gently smiling as she held the hand of mal

“It really truly does”

She looked at the tail heads and gave neck scritches and headpats, brief and small gestures

[malignant-entities]

Startled, Chroma blushed and looked away. He did not complain, though. Kenos let out a quiet, rough purr. Her expression remained flat as always.

"You purr?"

"You do too."

"I think I'd know if I did???"

"It's coming from our core and internal fans."

Mal felt their chest with their free hand. Sure enough...

"I- I'll unpack that later. What can we do now to help?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“For now? Prepare for the worst, hope for the best when it comes to him arriving in our universe. Healing supplies, weapons, i’ve already informed mama via text, op is building something that allows you to have the whole dd arsenal at your fingertips as well as her healing spray tool will be in there as well”

She slides over a blueprint from op

“Figured I mention it”

[malignant-entities]

Mal's face screwed into a worried frown. Giving something like this to Chroma and Kenos seemed like a bad idea, but if they really were going to protect everyone, then it very well may be necessary. Mal didn't even want to have something like that on their person, but that was the messy nature of sharing a body.

"It... looks efficient."

"Oooo! I'm in love."

"It will suffice."

"I'll have to gather what supplies I have. Sounds like people might get hurt."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Sometimes in times like this, you will need to be the sword and the shield mal, and like I said, it will be coming with the attachment op has, so you can even use it for more dangerous treatment spots that need healing up in the mean time”

She smiles at the trio, care for all of them in her eyes

“Glad to have met you all again…thanks heh”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@malignant-entities

Mal knocked on Connie's door. Their first meeting had been a little awkward, and Mal was hoping to make up for it now that Chroma and Kenos were behaving at least a little better. They leaned against their cane, putting on their most confident smile.

"Hello there! Thought I'd stop by for a visit."

The door opened gently, connie smiled widened as she saw mal, her little tail wagging happily as she floated up into the air again and opening the door fully

“Hey mal, chroma, kenos, glad to see you all here!”

She trilled a little as she let them in, her house has seen some slight redecorating, like she just had a sleepover recently and forgot to clean up

“Glad to have ya!”

[malignant-entities]

"Thanks!"

Mal hobbled inside, their two tails looking around.

"Looks like someone had fun~"

Chroma gave a mischievous grin. Or at least attempted to in his current tail form. Mal leaned against the wall and pulled a small plastic bag out of their pocket. Inside were tiny silver coin-like batteries.

"Here, a gift. These are a little sweeter than the typical double As. I had a gift bag, but Kenos ate it."

Kenos tilted her head.

"Paper and plastic have a good texture."

Mal rolled their eyes. At least she didn't eat the batteries.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Heheheh thanks! And yeah had some fun with mama and her version of j v and n arrived…their stuck fused together”

She says casually as she munches on the double aa batterys, smiling

“So how has things been going with op and how did the meeting with aiya go! I wanna hear the details of it, if that is okay with you three ehehehe”

[malignant-entities]

"Three people in one, huh? Sounds familiar."

Mal chuckled, taking a seat. They'd have to see if they could meet this Tessa and her fused friends sometime.

"Everything went pretty smoothly. Op gave us some body mods to make Chroma and Kenos more comfortable, and Aiya showered us with gifts and followed it up with flying lessons. You've got some generous friends."

"I have Iottle's bones. He will be gawked at behind glass, as he deserves."

Kenos seemed proud of herself.

"We're bringing that up right off the bat, huh?"

Mal frowned.

"I don't see why it's much different that any other human's bones, but you do you~"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Iottle bones being set-up is a funny thought though, at least to me, and glad to hear op set you all up to be able to switch properly as well as aiya showing her generosity hehehe”

She said, smiling at the idea of the scientist who created her, aiya, and op, as well as the factor of her lab sisters were doing good

“Aiya is a benevolent being, despite originally being a virus, she likes using her access to a version of the internet, to gift those she likes with personal stuff, get them ready so they may be able to get used to this weird world we live in of possibilities”

She floated over to a seat and set her feet on the ground in a nice comfy chair

“Though I heard the quantity and quality you three got was extra special”

[malignant-entities]

"We're lucky to be surrounded by good people."

Mal leaned back, relaxing with a sigh.

"I'm getting along with Chroma and Kenos better thanks to you and the others."

Mal nudged Kenos with their foot. She had started gnawing on the chair.

"Hey! Do you need a bone or something? What's your deal?"

"It's boring to be a tail."

"You'll have your turn soon."

"..."

Kenos listened, at least for the moment.

"See? We are a tame as ever."

Chroma said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She giggled, a cute little sound

“I think it’s good you three have had some time to talk amongst yourselves about this, and with some help some op, you’ve managed to add some flair to this new state of life of yours, though I must admit, all of this has been something”

She said with a smile, then pondered, grabbing herself a a cup of oil with her arms, as they hovered away from her own body as she added whip cream to both of them and brought over both cups, one for herself, and one for mal and crew, taking a thoughtful sip before speaking again

“Though that said, I do wonder, something about you mal…if not too intrusive, as I float to deal with my problem but…how come you need a cane or a wheel chair?”

Which makes them all realize…they’ve barely seen her touch her feet to the ground except when sitting

[malignant-entities]

Mal took the drink gratefully. They cupped their hands around the mug. They were quiet for a moment, thinking.

“It’s a defect I was manufactured with. Something deep inside that can’t easily be repaired. My joints are loose, and it can be painful to move around sometimes. I guess it might be similar to something I heard Cyn had before… all that.”

Mal wasn’t totally sure how to address the whole Cyn situation. They weren’t close to anyone involved. They were sort of a background character in that way. If anything, Connie would know way more.

“Sorry to derail. The point I meant to make is that some days it hurts more than others, and I need extra support.”

“Some days they don’t even need the cane!”

“Buuuut I always carry it around. Just in case.”

“You could use your wings.”

“In an emergency, sure, but my cane’s my cane. It’s handy dandy! Plus, it was a gift.”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She sipped her own drink, thoughtfully, looking into it before talking and letting the three quiet down before speaking

“As you three recall…I was intentionally made damaged…my parts and such were scavenged and ensured each and every single one was pretty damaged but still could function, each and every part, every rusted bolt, even my voice modulator, before mama gained admin over me, was pretty banged up…but even with my healing in my own hands and being able to turn into my own true form…the parts aren’t fully fixed still, it’s fixed but..only slightly, my feet and legs still hurt when I touch the ground, I can still feel the rust on some of my teeth and my magnets, the way it all just…feels off, even if it hurts less, my mind registers it the same…despite it being lessened, I do my best to limit my time walking cus of it…only do I walk when disguised as some other drone which I…should probably stop doing with my choice of disguise…eheh”

She softly looked into her oil

“Im sure in time my legs will fully heal but with all my healing has to do…it’s…a long way to go…and I’ll probably have to learn to walk anyhow, solver weight distribution is…funky”

She looked at mal calmly, a soft smile

“Im glad to see you have some aid’s for yourself”

[malignant-entities]

"Baby steps. Literally."

Mal grinned back at Connie.

"I was wondering about the floating. It's nice to think we have a bit of a kinship here. If you'd ever like an assistive device please don't hesitate to reach out. I have plenty of connections."

"I think Oprcubhmm would likely handle the issue before you."

"Maybe, but it's nice to offer."

Mal thought to themselves. If they could heal like Connie, would they? The pain wasn't fun, that was true, but they'd adapted to the life they'd been given. They were proud of their perseverance, so it was an interesting question indeed.

"I wish I could shapeshift, just for the sake of Chroma and Kenos, honestly. I am very much thankful for the body mods I received, and I know they are too."

Kenos gave a slight nod.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“It was something op brought up but she didn’t wanna risk hurting me in the process, all the rust and such, as well as her inexperience at the time, it was a bad combo”

She thought on the mention of it

“And one day I may ask for a assistive device, it may help the process and such”

She looked curiously at all of them of her guests before her, wondering what to ask next before she nodded to herself

“Well, if I may ask a bit of a odd question, what has been each of your favorite moments of meeting me and my sisters, one at a time though heheh”

[malignant-entities]

"I'll keep that in mind."

Mal nodded.

Chroma began to pipe up, but Kenos was quick to cut him off.

"I'm first."

Annoyed, Chroma huffed and layed on his pillow.

"I liked Aiya. Much less annoying than Chroma."

>:(

"Her gifts were worthy. I will keep them safe."

Kenos thought for a moment.

"Your home is cozy. You are interesting. The oil is good."

Finally:

"Oprcubhmm put us to menial work, but I get food, so I will not complain. The modifications make up for it."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

"very fair points to each of them, including myself, oppy does tend to send some people on fetch quests if she herself has to make sure the prototype of her design works with minimal parts so when it actually is attached it works out, I am glad to hear that about aiya, she does tend to enjoy her gifts being worthy, and as for me, glad I am interesting enough as is and that the oil is to your liking"

she gestures to chroma

"your turn now chroma"

[malignant-entities]

Chroma took the chance to shoot up, pushing Kenos out of the way.

“Finally.~”

He smiled as wide as his tail form would let him.

“I will say everyone was indeed very entertaining. Though I loathe to admit that I have taken anything to heart, I have found the advice I’ve been given useful.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, as though the very action of being genuine bugged him. Mal pat him on the head. He hissed in turn and snapped at their hand. Kenos let out a low chuckle.

“I’m trying to be supportive, Chroma!”

“I do not need to be condescended to, Malik.”

Mal rolled their eyes and sunk back into their seat.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She softly chuckled, as mal sunk a little

“Ah well I am glad to hear that, but that leaves the main body themself, what are your thoughts mal, hm?”

She said, looking curiously upon the drone before her

[malignant-entities]

"Me? I think all of them were exceedingly kind. I wasn't sure what to expect when you floated up to us near the spire back then, but I'm glad I didn't let my nerves get to me."

Mal tapped their chin with their cane as they thought about how to phrase things.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I wasn't connected to anyone extraordinary like that Uzi kid or the disassembly drones. All I knew about Solver stuff was rumor and personal experience. I obviously had it rough with Chroma and Kenos, and Uzi allegedly devoured half of her class, so I was weary of anything that wasn't the standard worker look. It was even harder to keep my cool with Aiya, but I'm so happy I did. She was so amazing with all of us. Op has been a huge help too. It's a little weird to feel my body, uh, change, but it helps Chroma and Kenos feel a lot more at home, so to speak."

"You're a solver drone and a shapeshifter. How special.~"

"Your personality is still boring, though."

"Pot, meet kettle."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“To be fair, this planet seems to find the oddest ways to make people special, my sisters are a prime example but others existed cus of this weird planet, atleast from what i can gather, c9 is the typical hot spot of drone shenanigans in our multiverse, what a snowy choice.”

She said with a nod, chuckling at kenos and chroma’s comments

“Though if I were to add anything to it is just be careful out there…Aiya recently…felt a disturbance in the multiverse, something happened, and me and op sensed it too”

[malignant-entities]

"A... disturbance?"

Mal frowned. That didn't sound good. Especially if the problem was multi-freaking-versal.

"Obviously you're not in tune with the harmonic resonance of infinite timelines singing an eternal melody."

Chroma smirked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"If there is a problem I will eliminate it."

"What she means is we'll help if we can."

"I think Consumatia will have better luck with the little purple administrator, don't you?"

Mal twiddled their thumbs, looking down. They didn't have a lot of experience stopping threats to existence. That much was true.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“One universe was all he needed….” Was all she managed to mutter out

Not she…he..

And there was only one “he” that the sisters spoke of during introductions, one that was apart of kenos’s collection currently.

[malignant-entities]

"Oh."

"A measly human won't be a problem for-"

Mal gave Chroma a grave look. He trailed off, surprised by the serious tone the conversation had taken. Mal continued.

"The doctor guy. Is he coming here? If he wants to hurt anyone I won't let it happen."

"How?"

"I... I'm sure I can talk to him."

"Or, you could let the disassemblers handle it."

Kenos seemed all too eager to go on the offensive.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Remember what he made each of us for…especially op. he likely won’t be exactly human anymore, the singular version that managed to cheat death….and mal….this is one of those times I’d give the okay towards kenos or chroma’s methods, you may try yours first, but at the first sign things gets jumpy, let kenos or chroma get violent, he is not like oprcubhmm, he is a horrendous man willing to do many things for his goals, and as evidenced by op’s past, other humans aren’t exceptions either”

She holds her cup tighter slightly

[malignant-entities]

Chroma looked smug. Mal nodded, staring into their drink.

"Some people can't be reasoned with. I guess it makes sense that he's one of them."

Mal had assumed the same of Chroma and Kenos, but then again, Dr. Iottle had done much worse than follow Cyn blindly.

"Most humans are horrible. Remember that."

"You'd be surprised how many kind ones there were."

"He is not one of them."

"I know."

Mal felt a familiar aching. They missed their old friends.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“He isn’t but hey, it would protect what remains of the good ones, their memories and those like op, we don’t know but from what we can gather as….as soon as he found our counterparts in that universe….”

Her eyes go angry, and a bit teary eyed as well

“We can’t see into that universe anymore…and we are nothing but scrap most likely there.”

[malignant-entities]

"That's horrible."

Mal put their drink down and extended a hand to Connie.

"I won't let that happen to you here."

"We won't let that happen."

Mal looked at Chroma, shocked.

"What? Her and her sisters are the most interesting thing to happen to us in ages."

"I will disassemble those who seek to cause you harm."

Mal half wondered if the two really cared or if they were just looking for an excuse to be violent. Though... maybe the lab sisters really had made an impact on them.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Thank you three, it means a lot to hear that”

She said, gently smiling as she held the hand of mal

“It really truly does”

She looked at the tail heads and gave neck scritches and headpats, brief and small gestures

[malignant-entities]

Startled, Chroma blushed and looked away. He did not complain, though. Kenos let out a quiet, rough purr. Her expression remained flat as always.

"You purr?"

"You do too."

"I think I'd know if I did???"

"It's coming from our core and internal fans."

Mal felt their chest with their free hand. Sure enough...

"I- I'll unpack that later. What can we do now to help?"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“For now? Prepare for the worst, hope for the best when it comes to him arriving in our universe. Healing supplies, weapons, i’ve already informed mama via text, op is building something that allows you to have the whole dd arsenal at your fingertips as well as her healing spray tool will be in there as well”

She slides over a blueprint from op

“Figured I mention it”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

@malignant-entities

Mal knocked on Connie's door. Their first meeting had been a little awkward, and Mal was hoping to make up for it now that Chroma and Kenos were behaving at least a little better. They leaned against their cane, putting on their most confident smile.

"Hello there! Thought I'd stop by for a visit."

The door opened gently, connie smiled widened as she saw mal, her little tail wagging happily as she floated up into the air again and opening the door fully

“Hey mal, chroma, kenos, glad to see you all here!”

She trilled a little as she let them in, her house has seen some slight redecorating, like she just had a sleepover recently and forgot to clean up

“Glad to have ya!”

[malignant-entities]

"Thanks!"

Mal hobbled inside, their two tails looking around.

"Looks like someone had fun~"

Chroma gave a mischievous grin. Or at least attempted to in his current tail form. Mal leaned against the wall and pulled a small plastic bag out of their pocket. Inside were tiny silver coin-like batteries.

"Here, a gift. These are a little sweeter than the typical double As. I had a gift bag, but Kenos ate it."

Kenos tilted her head.

"Paper and plastic have a good texture."

Mal rolled their eyes. At least she didn't eat the batteries.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Heheheh thanks! And yeah had some fun with mama and her version of j v and n arrived…their stuck fused together”

She says casually as she munches on the double aa batterys, smiling

“So how has things been going with op and how did the meeting with aiya go! I wanna hear the details of it, if that is okay with you three ehehehe”

[malignant-entities]

"Three people in one, huh? Sounds familiar."

Mal chuckled, taking a seat. They'd have to see if they could meet this Tessa and her fused friends sometime.

"Everything went pretty smoothly. Op gave us some body mods to make Chroma and Kenos more comfortable, and Aiya showered us with gifts and followed it up with flying lessons. You've got some generous friends."

"I have Iottle's bones. He will be gawked at behind glass, as he deserves."

Kenos seemed proud of herself.

"We're bringing that up right off the bat, huh?"

Mal frowned.

"I don't see why it's much different that any other human's bones, but you do you~"

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Iottle bones being set-up is a funny thought though, at least to me, and glad to hear op set you all up to be able to switch properly as well as aiya showing her generosity hehehe”

She said, smiling at the idea of the scientist who created her, aiya, and op, as well as the factor of her lab sisters were doing good

“Aiya is a benevolent being, despite originally being a virus, she likes using her access to a version of the internet, to gift those she likes with personal stuff, get them ready so they may be able to get used to this weird world we live in of possibilities”

She floated over to a seat and set her feet on the ground in a nice comfy chair

“Though I heard the quantity and quality you three got was extra special”

[malignant-entities]

"We're lucky to be surrounded by good people."

Mal leaned back, relaxing with a sigh.

"I'm getting along with Chroma and Kenos better thanks to you and the others."

Mal nudged Kenos with their foot. She had started gnawing on the chair.

"Hey! Do you need a bone or something? What's your deal?"

"It's boring to be a tail."

"You'll have your turn soon."

"..."

Kenos listened, at least for the moment.

"See? We are a tame as ever."

Chroma said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She giggled, a cute little sound

“I think it’s good you three have had some time to talk amongst yourselves about this, and with some help some op, you’ve managed to add some flair to this new state of life of yours, though I must admit, all of this has been something”

She said with a smile, then pondered, grabbing herself a a cup of oil with her arms, as they hovered away from her own body as she added whip cream to both of them and brought over both cups, one for herself, and one for mal and crew, taking a thoughtful sip before speaking again

“Though that said, I do wonder, something about you mal…if not too intrusive, as I float to deal with my problem but…how come you need a cane or a wheel chair?”

Which makes them all realize…they’ve barely seen her touch her feet to the ground except when sitting

[malignant-entities]

Mal took the drink gratefully. They cupped their hands around the mug. They were quiet for a moment, thinking.

“It’s a defect I was manufactured with. Something deep inside that can’t easily be repaired. My joints are loose, and it can be painful to move around sometimes. I guess it might be similar to something I heard Cyn had before… all that.”

Mal wasn’t totally sure how to address the whole Cyn situation. They weren’t close to anyone involved. They were sort of a background character in that way. If anything, Connie would know way more.

“Sorry to derail. The point I meant to make is that some days it hurts more than others, and I need extra support.”

“Some days they don’t even need the cane!”

“Buuuut I always carry it around. Just in case.”

“You could use your wings.”

“In an emergency, sure, but my cane’s my cane. It’s handy dandy! Plus, it was a gift.”

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She sipped her own drink, thoughtfully, looking into it before talking and letting the three quiet down before speaking

“As you three recall…I was intentionally made damaged…my parts and such were scavenged and ensured each and every single one was pretty damaged but still could function, each and every part, every rusted bolt, even my voice modulator, before mama gained admin over me, was pretty banged up…but even with my healing in my own hands and being able to turn into my own true form…the parts aren’t fully fixed still, it’s fixed but..only slightly, my feet and legs still hurt when I touch the ground, I can still feel the rust on some of my teeth and my magnets, the way it all just…feels off, even if it hurts less, my mind registers it the same…despite it being lessened, I do my best to limit my time walking cus of it…only do I walk when disguised as some other drone which I…should probably stop doing with my choice of disguise…eheh”

She softly looked into her oil

“Im sure in time my legs will fully heal but with all my healing has to do…it’s…a long way to go…and I’ll probably have to learn to walk anyhow, solver weight distribution is…funky”

She looked at mal calmly, a soft smile

“Im glad to see you have some aid’s for yourself”

[malignant-entities]

"Baby steps. Literally."

Mal grinned back at Connie.

"I was wondering about the floating. It's nice to think we have a bit of a kinship here. If you'd ever like an assistive device please don't hesitate to reach out. I have plenty of connections."

"I think Oprcubhmm would likely handle the issue before you."

"Maybe, but it's nice to offer."

Mal thought to themselves. If they could heal like Connie, would they? The pain wasn't fun, that was true, but they'd adapted to the life they'd been given. They were proud of their perseverance, so it was an interesting question indeed.

"I wish I could shapeshift, just for the sake of Chroma and Kenos, honestly. I am very much thankful for the body mods I received, and I know they are too."

Kenos gave a slight nod.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“It was something op brought up but she didn’t wanna risk hurting me in the process, all the rust and such, as well as her inexperience at the time, it was a bad combo”

She thought on the mention of it

“And one day I may ask for a assistive device, it may help the process and such”

She looked curiously at all of them of her guests before her, wondering what to ask next before she nodded to herself

“Well, if I may ask a bit of a odd question, what has been each of your favorite moments of meeting me and my sisters, one at a time though heheh”

[malignant-entities]

"I'll keep that in mind."

Mal nodded.

Chroma began to pipe up, but Kenos was quick to cut him off.

"I'm first."

Annoyed, Chroma huffed and layed on his pillow.

"I liked Aiya. Much less annoying than Chroma."

>:(

"Her gifts were worthy. I will keep them safe."

Kenos thought for a moment.

"Your home is cozy. You are interesting. The oil is good."

Finally:

"Oprcubhmm put us to menial work, but I get food, so I will not complain. The modifications make up for it."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

"very fair points to each of them, including myself, oppy does tend to send some people on fetch quests if she herself has to make sure the prototype of her design works with minimal parts so when it actually is attached it works out, I am glad to hear that about aiya, she does tend to enjoy her gifts being worthy, and as for me, glad I am interesting enough as is and that the oil is to your liking"

she gestures to chroma

"your turn now chroma"

[malignant-entities]

Chroma took the chance to shoot up, pushing Kenos out of the way.

“Finally.~”

He smiled as wide as his tail form would let him.

“I will say everyone was indeed very entertaining. Though I loathe to admit that I have taken anything to heart, I have found the advice I’ve been given useful.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, as though the very action of being genuine bugged him. Mal pat him on the head. He hissed in turn and snapped at their hand. Kenos let out a low chuckle.

“I’m trying to be supportive, Chroma!”

“I do not need to be condescended to, Malik.”

Mal rolled their eyes and sunk back into their seat.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

She softly chuckled, as mal sunk a little

“Ah well I am glad to hear that, but that leaves the main body themself, what are your thoughts mal, hm?”

She said, looking curiously upon the drone before her

[malignant-entities]

"Me? I think all of them were exceedingly kind. I wasn't sure what to expect when you floated up to us near the spire back then, but I'm glad I didn't let my nerves get to me."

Mal tapped their chin with their cane as they thought about how to phrase things.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I wasn't connected to anyone extraordinary like that Uzi kid or the disassembly drones. All I knew about Solver stuff was rumor and personal experience. I obviously had it rough with Chroma and Kenos, and Uzi allegedly devoured half of her class, so I was weary of anything that wasn't the standard worker look. It was even harder to keep my cool with Aiya, but I'm so happy I did. She was so amazing with all of us. Op has been a huge help too. It's a little weird to feel my body, uh, change, but it helps Chroma and Kenos feel a lot more at home, so to speak."

"You're a solver drone and a shapeshifter. How special.~"

"Your personality is still boring, though."

"Pot, meet kettle."

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“To be fair, this planet seems to find the oddest ways to make people special, my sisters are a prime example but others existed cus of this weird planet, atleast from what i can gather, c9 is the typical hot spot of drone shenanigans in our multiverse, what a snowy choice.”

She said with a nod, chuckling at kenos and chroma’s comments

“Though if I were to add anything to it is just be careful out there…Aiya recently…felt a disturbance in the multiverse, something happened, and me and op sensed it too”

[malignant-entities]

"A... disturbance?"

Mal frowned. That didn't sound good. Especially if the problem was multi-freaking-versal.

"Obviously you're not in tune with the harmonic resonance of infinite timelines singing an eternal melody."

Chroma smirked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"If there is a problem I will eliminate it."

"What she means is we'll help if we can."

"I think Consumatia will have better luck with the little purple administrator, don't you?"

Mal twiddled their thumbs, looking down. They didn't have a lot of experience stopping threats to existence. That much was true.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“One universe was all he needed….” Was all she managed to mutter out

Not she…he..

And there was only one “he” that the sisters spoke of during introductions, one that was apart of kenos’s collection currently.

[malignant-entities]

"Oh."

"A measly human won't be a problem for-"

Mal gave Chroma a grave look. He trailed off, surprised by the serious tone the conversation had taken. Mal continued.

"The doctor guy. Is he coming here? If he wants to hurt anyone I won't let it happen."

"How?"

"I... I'm sure I can talk to him."

"Or, you could let the disassemblers handle it."

Kenos seemed all too eager to go on the offensive.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Remember what he made each of us for…especially op. he likely won’t be exactly human anymore, the singular version that managed to cheat death….and mal….this is one of those times I’d give the okay towards kenos or chroma’s methods, you may try yours first, but at the first sign things gets jumpy, let kenos or chroma get violent, he is not like oprcubhmm, he is a horrendous man willing to do many things for his goals, and as evidenced by op’s past, other humans aren’t exceptions either”

She holds her cup tighter slightly

[malignant-entities]

Chroma looked smug. Mal nodded, staring into their drink.

"Some people can't be reasoned with. I guess it makes sense that he's one of them."

Mal had assumed the same of Chroma and Kenos, but then again, Dr. Iottle had done much worse than follow Cyn blindly.

"Most humans are horrible. Remember that."

"You'd be surprised how many kind ones there were."

"He is not one of them."

"I know."

Mal felt a familiar aching. They missed their old friends.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“He isn’t but hey, it would protect what remains of the good ones, their memories and those like op, we don’t know but from what we can gather as….as soon as he found our counterparts in that universe….”

Her eyes go angry, and a bit teary eyed as well

“We can’t see into that universe anymore…and we are nothing but scrap most likely there.”

[malignant-entities]

"That's horrible."

Mal put their drink down and extended a hand to Connie.

"I won't let that happen to you here."

"We won't let that happen."

Mal looked at Chroma, shocked.

"What? Her and her sisters are the most interesting thing to happen to us in ages."

"I will disassemble those who seek to cause you harm."

Mal half wondered if the two really cared or if they were just looking for an excuse to be violent. Though... maybe the lab sisters really had made an impact on them.

[consumatiaexerunnning]

“Thank you three, it means a lot to hear that”

She said, gently smiling as she held the hand of mal

“It really truly does”

She looked at the tail heads and gave neck scritches and headpats, brief and small gestures