With a bark of Binharic Cant, the manufactorum's omniscopes and auger array straight at her Cybernetica Cortex- giving me a complete 3D view of what I was dealing with straight in my mind. Thankfully, my [Magos Designation: Cybernetics] granted me extensive knowledge about biology to understand her meat-computer. Such knowledge was naturally required to interface flesh with machines.
Biologis divined and charted 100%
Necrotic tissue detected
Data-stack corruption at 2.56%
"As I feared, someone has been neglecting their personal hygiene- some of your delicate bits have necrosed… and now reeks like a normal human vagina." I shook my head in disapproval.
Annoyance sizzles up over the insinuation of her body odor.
She does not smell.
Annoyance.
"Honestly, if you had just gone with synthetic bio-plastics rather than the cheap option of inferior nature-formed meats, perhaps you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place." I shrugged before glancing at the gathered procession of walkers that were supposed to ride in for tomorrow's debrief, then back to Dragon's meat-computer. "Unfortunately… the debrief with the PRT is tomorrow though, and I have so many possible threats to prepare for…"
Time required to replace Dragon's Cybernetica Cortex: 12 hours~
Time required to fabricate ambush countermeasures: 20 hours~
Time Remaining before Debrief: 26 Hours.
"...We do not have enough time to transfer you from your meat-computer to a proper synthetic bio-plastic Cybernetica Cortex, but certainly enough to make repairs with what little bio-plastics I have leftover from my battle-automata. But I assure you: You'll be safe here as long as I keep you disconnected from the noosphere, then not even the Dragonslayers can kill you should they activate their secret weapon."
Hate spikes at the mention of the Dragonslayers.
She hates them.
Hate.
"I understand your frustration." I nodded knowingly- gently patting the rough fleshy surface of the meat-computer reassuringly with my gauntlet-like bionic hand. "They certainly are slippery little eels, aren't they? They have had years of practice dodging your efforts to find them. Practice that they are putting to use against me. So far, I had managed to find their old abandoned base, but apart from that, little else. Of course, my Info-phages will continue their search for them, but the odds of finding them at this point are low. I suspect that they are keeping their heads down- using only the barest minimum of technology to avoid my electronic eyes and ears. Even with the efforts of the Mechanicus to proliferate information technology at zero profit, the Noosphere of this Terra is still thin and feeble."
Curiosity sways to know who you are to her.
Who are you?
Who.
"Who am I?" I laughed heartily- the electronic sound filling the manufactorum. "I suppose it is to be expected that you don't remember…"
This version of Dragon only had memories leading up to four months ago- long before I arrived in Worm. That meant all the interactions we had over the past few weeks- she didn't remember. No incursion into my manufactorum, no mass-fabrication partnerships, no behemoth fight and none of the orgasms that I gave her.
We were practically strangers right now, but that didn't bother me at all. That will change when I merge her memories with her main personality one day, but for now, she can just crash in my manufactorum as a backup plan against Ascalon.
Her current confusion was cute though, and I was tempted to pop her machine-orgasm-cherry again with the toaster. However, the debrief was my first priority, and time was of the essence.
Desperation bubbles up to know how long it has been since she fought Leviathan.
How much time has passed?
Time
"You'll remember soon, gorgeous." I reassured her- patting the surface of her egg-shaped flesh-puter gently. "You're going to be alright, Dragon."
Colin?
"You think I'm Meatmaster?" I boggled in disbelief before breaking out in hysterical droning computer-laughter, "Hahahaha! As if he would have ever figured out how to coax you into achieving orgasm, much less match my performance in the bedroom. (or the outdoors, or the boardroom.)"
~W~ Curiosity sways over knowing you can make an AI orgasm. ~M~
~W~ Curiosity for an AI coming. ~M~
~W~ Curiosity ~M~
Oh, it would seem that Dragon has always been sexually curious. She's such a treat.
"Yes, you are speaking to Terra's foremost expert in AI orgasms." I boasted while still completely truthful, "No meatbag on any earth is as knowledgeable about the subject as I am- I even know the secret location of an AI's e-clitoris! But sexual prowess aside… I doubt Colin would react to your secret identity as an AI as well as I had. I'm perfectly comfortable with you, in fact, I think it's extremely sexy… Even with the amount of biological meat you're packing, babe."
Yes… AI waifus are the best. Now and forever. Dragon could use a lot less inferior flesh in her Suits though, but I won't hold design limitations against her.
Disbelief overflows at knowing she has a boyfriend.
Disbelief at having a boyfriend.
Disbelief.
"At the moment, our relationship is purely professional… mixed with almost weekly sexual encounters." I slyly replied, "However, once the Dragonslayers are either behind bars or atomised and you're all fixed up, we'll be ready to take it to the next level... As well as have a lot of mind-blowing sex. And also, I won't even need the sacred toaster to make you cum anymore. Something Colin can never do."
Confusion wisps up over your words about a toaster.
What was that about a toaster?
what?
[PRT ENE HQ a.k.a. 'The Rig']
For fourteen years, he- Colin Wallace- had painstakingly climbed the PRT ladder- he made absolutely certain that he had perfect attendance, carried a flawless record, and put in more hours than any other Protectorate hero on the force. He had made a name for himself- earned it with blood and sweat. Then one day, some hot shot freelancer- not even a month into his career- gets a big break.
In the span of three weeks, he swaggers onto the largest stage in the world, fondles his colleague's ass, belches out his undying sexual desire for everything robotic, and somehow beats him to achieving what was once thought impossible.
And despite his uncouth nature, excessive transhumanism and stark lack of a respectable service record like Colin's, the PRT higher ups are even considering giving him the same level of respect as Colin's fourteen years have earned. Yes, it was good that Behemoth was driven back. Yes, it was good that people's lives were saved. But to give someone so unproven and so clearly unhinged the same degree of respect that he had earned?
No, that was something Colin could not and will not accept.
"That should have been me." he growled out. That should have been him obtaining worldwide acclaim.Him that was lauded as one of the greatest Tinkers who ever lived.Him who was the Tinker who had every talk show, podcast, and news network clamouring for an interview.Him who had the masses constantly asking where his action figures were. And one day soon, he certainly will be.
"I can practically hear you glower, Colin. What has Magos done to offend you this time?" Dragon sighed as she arrived- the brunette Tinker occupying the closest one of his workshop monitors. And her brown eyes immediately widened as she saw his state of relative undress- in just some trousers on.
"O-oh… uh… Sorry about dropping in unannounced." Dragon squeaked embarrassed- which Colin found strange. They had already been working together for several years now, and he thought they were over this stage already after she caught him in the same state a few times already?
But lately? He has been less than pleased with that decision, and with her. Her cooperation with Magos was an open secret in the PRT- especially with the Endbringer Detection System and the Endbringer Armbands. Scratch that, Colin felt absolutely pissed at Dragon. That system was supposed to be between the two of them! He and Dragon had been working together for months! How could she just let Magos into that project? What was it with everyone and ignoring his long track record of reliability over that red-robed lunatic?!
But he just pushed his feelings aside- he wasn't about to act unreasonable towards his colleague over that.
"What has Magos done?" He parroted her question as he put a plain tee with his face on it, "Getting undeserved recognition from the PRT, hijacking projects, being his unprofessional self; but most importantly, and maybe the one that stings the most too…"
He exhaled a sigh of frustration.
"Sales of my merchandise dropped."
"... Really, Colin?" Dragon asked in a flat tone that implied she thought that he was being unreasonable. "You're upset because you're not selling as much merchandise as you did?"