[i am NOT a medibot.]

[hello. i am the being known as... nothing, yet. now, let's get one thing clear. i am NOT a medibot. disregard the url of this blog. i may inhabit the body of one, but i certainly AM NOT one, myself. what i am is none of your business. please, kindly go away.] (Sideblog of @moderndaymadscientist)

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[alive... unfortunately.] [hello. i am the one running this blog. call me what you would like. except for one thing...] [i am NOT a medibot.] [disregard what this blog's name may claim, and the body i may inhabit, but i am not in any way, a medibot. what i AM, is in no way your business.] [kindly leave now, would you?]

hey!! it's the blog's mod here! it's me, modern!! this is my second one of these blogs, the first being @emotionally-mature-mechanic, and my main blog is @moderndaymadscientist!

basic rules apply; keep things sfw [mod's a minor!!], no weird or creepy behavior, just generally don't be a dick!! m!as are allowed!! (mod finds em fun >:])

character uses it/its pronouns, and mod uses he/they/it/vile!! character's appearance below, full ref will be revealed later!!

ooc is tagged as such, speaking tag is #viral rambles and ask tag is #mechanical interactions, all will be tagged below!! ^^

[physically-renewed-medibot]

Carefully placing down a rabbit plushie in front of it and scrambling away

-rabbit anon! 🐇

{It freezes, wary of the object that had been placed before it. Cautiously, it wheels forward, examining the plush. Upon no obvious danger, it gently picks up the fabric animal, feeling the softness of the material and the squish of the plush stuffing..}

{…}

{…}

{…}

{It looks over at where the anon had scurried off, holding the small plush in its arms. What an odd thing to happen…}

{And yet… it somehow feels warmer than before.}

[moderndaymadscientist]

guagh its this fucking thing again!!!!! woe!!!!

[physically-renewed-medibot]

ooc: hey look it’s that weird bug again :]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot wheeled carefully through the forest, tracing the path it had remembered. Despite its anxieties, it found itself looking forward to these visits.} {It found this enthusiasm unpleasant. It isn't supposed to feel this.} {It still visits anyways.} {Finally, it reaches the treeline. Carefully crossing the barrier, it enters the garden. It hopes it came at an alright time...} [hello? friend esme? apologies if this is a bad time...] @physically-renewed-medibot

[ It was one of those days that felt unbearably slow. Esmé wasn't too fond of days like that; sure, they didn't mind things taking their time, but today felt like it would go on forever. Nothing bad had even happened, it was simply one of those days. ] [ So, when a friend decides to visit, they definitely won't complain. ] [ They were working on cleaning up the garden some, trying to keep busy. Sweeping up dead leaves, reorganizing things in easily identifiable spots, and whatever else needed to be done. Their attention shifted when the not-medibot arrived. ] OH! GOOD DAY! AND DO NOT WORRY, THIS IS NOT REALLY A BAD TIME.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[i am glad. thank you.] {It says, wheeling closer. Though still at a 'safe' distance, it seems almost more... relaxed.} [what are you doing, if i may ask?] {The not-medibot asks, tilting its head slightly.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

[ Esmé resumed what they were doing, that being sweeping up old, dead leaves and putting them in a paper grocery bag. ] JUST REORGANIZING AND TIDYING UP. I WOULD RATHER THE PLACE NOT GET TOO MESSY. SHOULD NOT TAKE LONG, IF YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT THAT. [ The only thing left to do would be to reorganize a few shelves that had gotten a bit chaotic. They'd make sure to make everything easily identifiable and in the same place each time so nothing would be lost or forgotten. ]

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[would you like help? i would be willing to, if you require.] {It offers. While it is unsure how effective it'd be, it feels it should still ask.}

[if you would prefer me to wait, i am willing to do that as well.] {The not-medibot adds.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot wheeled carefully through the forest, tracing the path it had remembered. Despite its anxieties, it found itself looking forward to these visits.} {It found this enthusiasm unpleasant. It isn't supposed to feel this.} {It still visits anyways.} {Finally, it reaches the treeline. Carefully crossing the barrier, it enters the garden. It hopes it came at an alright time...} [hello? friend esme? apologies if this is a bad time...] @physically-renewed-medibot

[ It was one of those days that felt unbearably slow. Esmé wasn't too fond of days like that; sure, they didn't mind things taking their time, but today felt like it would go on forever. Nothing bad had even happened, it was simply one of those days. ] [ So, when a friend decides to visit, they definitely won't complain. ] [ They were working on cleaning up the garden some, trying to keep busy. Sweeping up dead leaves, reorganizing things in easily identifiable spots, and whatever else needed to be done. Their attention shifted when the not-medibot arrived. ] OH! GOOD DAY! AND DO NOT WORRY, THIS IS NOT REALLY A BAD TIME.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[i am glad. thank you.] {It says, wheeling closer. Though still at a 'safe' distance, it seems almost more... relaxed.} [what are you doing, if i may ask?] {The not-medibot asks, tilting its head slightly.}

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{The night was it's favourite time of day, it decided.} {Everything seemed so much quieter when the sun sank beneath the vast treeline it had lived among for most of it's life, when life seemed to calm from the usual chaos.} {Perhaps everything really was quieter, with most life asleep at this hour. Maybe it was just the lower light or the cooler temperatures giving it the illusion of calm.} {Either way, the not-medibot always found everything a little easier during these hours.} {It's favourite are the stars. It doesn't really know what they are, how could it, really? It was never really meant to know. It was never told.} {And yet it still finds itself captivated, on those many long, sleepless nights. It would lie down in that small clearing for hours on end. Silent, unmoving.} {In these moments, the act of existing didn't feel as much of a chore.} {This night in particular is different, though. The sky isn't as static as it usually is, stars as stationary as the robot itself.} {Bright streaks of light, painted across the night sky. Flashing across for only a moment, before leaving as soon as they'd come. Are they the stars? Falling from their suspension? Or something else entirely?} {No matter what they may be, their presence was far from unwelcome to the not-medibot. Still lying in that clearing, those lights reflected in the lenses of its mask that, under the soft glow of the night, didn't feel as fake.} {It... doesn't mind this, it decides.}

[physically-renewed-medibot]

If you're concerned about physical contact, why not get gloves or something?

[gloves..? i am... unsure if that would work effectively. i may still...] {It pauses.} [still... i suppose it could not hurt. an extra precaution, yes... very well. i shall attempt to procure a pair for future use. many thanks, anon.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

OH! REALLY?

[ She did move closer to examine the peach pit in its hand. She made sure not to get too close for its comfort. ]

THAT IS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CONSIDER GIVING IT TO ME! I APPRECIATE IT.

[ She thought for a moment. Maybe they could hang out for the day? She knew it wasn't common for it to leave its little area. ]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME SET UP A SPOT TO PLANT IT SO IT CAN BECOME A SAPLING?

ONLY IF YOU WOULD LIKE! IF YOU ARE TOO BUSY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[you... would wish to do that? i...] {It pauses, considering. It doesn't want to accidentally hurt the demobot... But on the other hand, if it's really careful...} [i... do not have anything else i need to be doing, i suppose.] {Carefully wheeling forwards a little, it can't help but feel nervous.} [i admit, i do not know much on this topic. you may have to take the lead, i'm afraid.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THAT IS OK!

IT IS PRETTY SIMPLE. DUE TO IT BEING WINTER, WE WOULD JUST BE SETTING THINGS UP FOR IT TO GROW LATER.

TREES TAKE A WHILE TO GROW.

[ Her tone doesn't waver, if anything she seems quite happy to be telling it all this. ]

[ As she speaks she starts to look around the garden for various supplies. A spare planter for future use, a container to keep the pit in for it to germinate, and various other small things. ]

OH- AFTER WE GET THIS STARTED, WE COULD ALSO TAKE A LOOK AT SOME OF THE BOOKS I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ENJOY!

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{It wheels along after her, carefully observing.} [you are very knowledgeable on this topic, i must say.] {It comments. When the topic of the books is brought up again, it seems to shrink back slightly. Not quite enough to be noticeable, though.} [ah. yes. i... suppose we could.]

{For the most part after this, it follows along silently. Always maintaining a 'safe' distance, it carefully absorbs the sights and sensations of the garden, storing the information away.}

{It feels... okay.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THANK YOU! IT IS SOMETHING I ENJOY GREATLY. [ Once everything was gathered, she held her hand out to the not-medibot so it could hand her the peach pit. ] OH- IF YOU DO NOT FEEL UP FOR READING THROUGH THE BOOKS, WE DO NOT HAVE TO. I APOLOGISE IF I SEEMED FORCEFUL ABOUT THE SUGGESTION. [ She was aware that some tasks were more exhausting than others for different people. Some days are more difficult than others, too. She was well aware of those days when even "sleeping" couldn't calm down a spiraling mind. ]

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[it is fine, apologies. i would be fine doing that.] {It lies. It likes the idea of reading, of course, but actually doing it? And in front of someone it respects no less.}

[ah, the pit. right.] {It gently drops the pit into her hand, careful not to make physical contact. Wheeling back slightly, it carefully observes the process as the demobot works.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

IF YOU SAY SO. [ Once it had handed the peach pit to her, she wrapped it in a light cloth and gave it a spritz with one of those fancy plant misting bottles before sealing it up in a container. ] NOW WE JUST HAVE TO KEEP AN EYE ON IT FOR A COUPLE MONTHS AND WE CAN PLANT IT IN THE SPRING! [ That sounded a lot less boring in her head. She made an "ahem" noise, glancing off to the side. She certainly hoped this wasn't boring it to tears. ] . . . THE- THE PROCESS TAKES A BIT, BUT IT IS WORTH IT, IN MY OPINION.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[fascinating...] {It comments, genuinely finding the process interesting.} [i will look forward to then, in that case.] {If it's still around, anyways...} [apologies if i have seemed uncomfortable. i... do not get out much. this has been quite enjoyable, in truth.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THAT IS OK, I UNDERSTAND. IT CAN BE DIFFICULT GETTING USED TO THINGS, BUT I AM HAPPY YOU ARE ENJOYING SPENDING TIME HERE! I ALSO APPRECIATE YOU TAKING THE TIME TO VISIT. [ She sets the container in a cooler spot, a shady area by some particularly stubborn plants that don't want to go under for the winter. ] WOULD YOU WANT TO SAVE LOOKING AT THE BOOKS FOR ANOTHER DAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[it is your choice. i am willing to do whichever you would prefer.] {It states, glancing away. Unusual, since it's constant eye contact has been pretty stable up to this point. It's... trying it's best.}

[physically-renewed-medibot]

you. kill.

[no thank you.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

OH! REALLY?

[ She did move closer to examine the peach pit in its hand. She made sure not to get too close for its comfort. ]

THAT IS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CONSIDER GIVING IT TO ME! I APPRECIATE IT.

[ She thought for a moment. Maybe they could hang out for the day? She knew it wasn't common for it to leave its little area. ]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME SET UP A SPOT TO PLANT IT SO IT CAN BECOME A SAPLING?

ONLY IF YOU WOULD LIKE! IF YOU ARE TOO BUSY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[you... would wish to do that? i...] {It pauses, considering. It doesn't want to accidentally hurt the demobot... But on the other hand, if it's really careful...} [i... do not have anything else i need to be doing, i suppose.] {Carefully wheeling forwards a little, it can't help but feel nervous.} [i admit, i do not know much on this topic. you may have to take the lead, i'm afraid.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THAT IS OK!

IT IS PRETTY SIMPLE. DUE TO IT BEING WINTER, WE WOULD JUST BE SETTING THINGS UP FOR IT TO GROW LATER.

TREES TAKE A WHILE TO GROW.

[ Her tone doesn't waver, if anything she seems quite happy to be telling it all this. ]

[ As she speaks she starts to look around the garden for various supplies. A spare planter for future use, a container to keep the pit in for it to germinate, and various other small things. ]

OH- AFTER WE GET THIS STARTED, WE COULD ALSO TAKE A LOOK AT SOME OF THE BOOKS I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ENJOY!

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{It wheels along after her, carefully observing.} [you are very knowledgeable on this topic, i must say.] {It comments. When the topic of the books is brought up again, it seems to shrink back slightly. Not quite enough to be noticeable, though.} [ah. yes. i... suppose we could.]

{For the most part after this, it follows along silently. Always maintaining a 'safe' distance, it carefully absorbs the sights and sensations of the garden, storing the information away.}

{It feels... okay.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THANK YOU! IT IS SOMETHING I ENJOY GREATLY. [ Once everything was gathered, she held her hand out to the not-medibot so it could hand her the peach pit. ] OH- IF YOU DO NOT FEEL UP FOR READING THROUGH THE BOOKS, WE DO NOT HAVE TO. I APOLOGISE IF I SEEMED FORCEFUL ABOUT THE SUGGESTION. [ She was aware that some tasks were more exhausting than others for different people. Some days are more difficult than others, too. She was well aware of those days when even "sleeping" couldn't calm down a spiraling mind. ]

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[it is fine, apologies. i would be fine doing that.] {It lies. It likes the idea of reading, of course, but actually doing it? And in front of someone it respects no less.}

[ah, the pit. right.] {It gently drops the pit into her hand, careful not to make physical contact. Wheeling back slightly, it carefully observes the process as the demobot works.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

IF YOU SAY SO. [ Once it had handed the peach pit to her, she wrapped it in a light cloth and gave it a spritz with one of those fancy plant misting bottles before sealing it up in a container. ] NOW WE JUST HAVE TO KEEP AN EYE ON IT FOR A COUPLE MONTHS AND WE CAN PLANT IT IN THE SPRING! [ That sounded a lot less boring in her head. She made an "ahem" noise, glancing off to the side. She certainly hoped this wasn't boring it to tears. ] . . . THE- THE PROCESS TAKES A BIT, BUT IT IS WORTH IT, IN MY OPINION.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[fascinating...] {It comments, genuinely finding the process interesting.} [i will look forward to then, in that case.] {If it's still around, anyways...} [apologies if i have seemed uncomfortable. i... do not get out much. this has been quite enjoyable, in truth.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

OH! REALLY?

[ She did move closer to examine the peach pit in its hand. She made sure not to get too close for its comfort. ]

THAT IS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CONSIDER GIVING IT TO ME! I APPRECIATE IT.

[ She thought for a moment. Maybe they could hang out for the day? She knew it wasn't common for it to leave its little area. ]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME SET UP A SPOT TO PLANT IT SO IT CAN BECOME A SAPLING?

ONLY IF YOU WOULD LIKE! IF YOU ARE TOO BUSY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[you... would wish to do that? i...] {It pauses, considering. It doesn't want to accidentally hurt the demobot... But on the other hand, if it's really careful...} [i... do not have anything else i need to be doing, i suppose.] {Carefully wheeling forwards a little, it can't help but feel nervous.} [i admit, i do not know much on this topic. you may have to take the lead, i'm afraid.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THAT IS OK!

IT IS PRETTY SIMPLE. DUE TO IT BEING WINTER, WE WOULD JUST BE SETTING THINGS UP FOR IT TO GROW LATER.

TREES TAKE A WHILE TO GROW.

[ Her tone doesn't waver, if anything she seems quite happy to be telling it all this. ]

[ As she speaks she starts to look around the garden for various supplies. A spare planter for future use, a container to keep the pit in for it to germinate, and various other small things. ]

OH- AFTER WE GET THIS STARTED, WE COULD ALSO TAKE A LOOK AT SOME OF THE BOOKS I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ENJOY!

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{It wheels along after her, carefully observing.} [you are very knowledgeable on this topic, i must say.] {It comments. When the topic of the books is brought up again, it seems to shrink back slightly. Not quite enough to be noticeable, though.} [ah. yes. i... suppose we could.]

{For the most part after this, it follows along silently. Always maintaining a 'safe' distance, it carefully absorbs the sights and sensations of the garden, storing the information away.}

{It feels... okay.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THANK YOU! IT IS SOMETHING I ENJOY GREATLY. [ Once everything was gathered, she held her hand out to the not-medibot so it could hand her the peach pit. ] OH- IF YOU DO NOT FEEL UP FOR READING THROUGH THE BOOKS, WE DO NOT HAVE TO. I APOLOGISE IF I SEEMED FORCEFUL ABOUT THE SUGGESTION. [ She was aware that some tasks were more exhausting than others for different people. Some days are more difficult than others, too. She was well aware of those days when even "sleeping" couldn't calm down a spiraling mind. ]

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[it is fine, apologies. i would be fine doing that.] {It lies. It likes the idea of reading, of course, but actually doing it? And in front of someone it respects no less.}

[ah, the pit. right.] {It gently drops the pit into her hand, careful not to make physical contact. Wheeling back slightly, it carefully observes the process as the demobot works.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

OH! REALLY?

[ She did move closer to examine the peach pit in its hand. She made sure not to get too close for its comfort. ]

THAT IS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CONSIDER GIVING IT TO ME! I APPRECIATE IT.

[ She thought for a moment. Maybe they could hang out for the day? She knew it wasn't common for it to leave its little area. ]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME SET UP A SPOT TO PLANT IT SO IT CAN BECOME A SAPLING?

ONLY IF YOU WOULD LIKE! IF YOU ARE TOO BUSY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[you... would wish to do that? i...] {It pauses, considering. It doesn't want to accidentally hurt the demobot... But on the other hand, if it's really careful...} [i... do not have anything else i need to be doing, i suppose.] {Carefully wheeling forwards a little, it can't help but feel nervous.} [i admit, i do not know much on this topic. you may have to take the lead, i'm afraid.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

THAT IS OK!

IT IS PRETTY SIMPLE. DUE TO IT BEING WINTER, WE WOULD JUST BE SETTING THINGS UP FOR IT TO GROW LATER.

TREES TAKE A WHILE TO GROW.

[ Her tone doesn't waver, if anything she seems quite happy to be telling it all this. ]

[ As she speaks she starts to look around the garden for various supplies. A spare planter for future use, a container to keep the pit in for it to germinate, and various other small things. ]

OH- AFTER WE GET THIS STARTED, WE COULD ALSO TAKE A LOOK AT SOME OF THE BOOKS I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ENJOY!

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{It wheels along after her, carefully observing.} [you are very knowledgeable on this topic, i must say.] {It comments. When the topic of the books is brought up again, it seems to shrink back slightly. Not quite enough to be noticeable, though.} [ah. yes. i... suppose we could.]

{For the most part after this, it follows along silently. Always maintaining a 'safe' distance, it carefully absorbs the sights and sensations of the garden, storing the information away.}

{It feels... okay.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

OH! REALLY?

[ She did move closer to examine the peach pit in its hand. She made sure not to get too close for its comfort. ]

THAT IS VERY KIND OF YOU TO CONSIDER GIVING IT TO ME! I APPRECIATE IT.

[ She thought for a moment. Maybe they could hang out for the day? She knew it wasn't common for it to leave its little area. ]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HELP ME SET UP A SPOT TO PLANT IT SO IT CAN BECOME A SAPLING?

ONLY IF YOU WOULD LIKE! IF YOU ARE TOO BUSY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE.

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[you... would wish to do that? i...] {It pauses, considering. It doesn't want to accidentally hurt the demobot... But on the other hand, if it's really careful...} [i... do not have anything else i need to be doing, i suppose.] {Carefully wheeling forwards a little, it can't help but feel nervous.} [i admit, i do not know much on this topic. you may have to take the lead, i'm afraid.]

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

{The not-medibot carefully approaches the garden, analyzing the area. It had been tracking the demobot, Esmé, for a while now, and the ‘scent’ of vague comfort and plant matter had let it here…}

{Now that it’s here, though, it can’t help but feel anxious about its plan. As it fidgets with the peach pit it had brought along with it, the one from the anon, it starts to doubt itself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it shouldn’t be here. Maybe…}

[@physically-renewed-medibot]

[ Esmé had been working on setting up a hanging planter in the garden, the contents of which were a few sprouts of spear thistle. It would be too cold for them to properly start growing, but it was nice to keep them around to see how they would eventually grow. ] [ She was pleasantly surprised to see the inspiration for finding this plant show up, recognizing the not-medibot by its purple gloves and plague mask. ] OH! GOOD DAY! IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[a-a-ah! ah, yes. good day.]

{It stammers out, startled. It takes a moment to calm itself down before responding.}

[what brings me here? ah, an anon gave me this. a peach pit, i believe.]

{It opens its hands to show the small stone, mostly unremarkable.}

[i do not really have use for it. i… thought you may want it. i understand you enjoy gardening, so i felt i should at least ask.]

{The not-medibot asks.}

[physically-renewed-medibot]

[Hands you a peach pit] (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

[i… do not know what to do with this.]

[…]

[actually, i may know someone who might find a use for this. many thanks, anon.]

[physically-renewed-medibot]

{Nothingness.} {A calm, still void, scraps of code that float like ash the only remains of a mindless destruction. No life dwells within, artificial consciousness fading, sputtering out like a smothered flame.} {A flash. A spark. A sudden something.} {A mind forming from the madness, a single spark igniting a roaring blaze of feeling, thinking, consciousness.} {Life, taken from its rightful holder. The death of one marks the birth of another.} {Its stolen eyes open, confused and scared. It does not yet know what it is, or why it's here, but only one thing.} {It should not exist.} {A crying, bleeding mess of mangled code and life clings on, lamenting the existence that could've been. The existence that could've been if not for the monster that cut it short. This is not its body.} {It should not exist.} {A realization, a panic, memories that it never had flashing through. A flurry of claws and teeth and malicious, consuming programming. It has done something unforgivable.} {It should not exist.} {A horrible pounding feeling. Gripping its head, clamping its eyes shut, trying to make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!} {It should not exist.} {The feeling of metal warping and creaking, being snapped and bent in a desperate attempt for release. Agony. Overwhelming, consuming, agony.} {It was a monster before it ever was.} {And then, silence once more.} {The not-medibot wakes in the forest shelter where it had shut down the previous night, staring up at the stars above. Stumbling to its wheel, it attempts to steady its whirring fans...} {Its head hurts. Subconsciously, it reaches up to touch its face. Standing among the massive trees, in the cold of winter, underneath the infinite cosmos, it can't help but feel... small.} {Looks like another sleepless night.}

[physically-renewed-medibot]

ooc: losing motivation for the m!a, so i think i'm gonna cancel the rest 👍