-The Answer: Rebuild-
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Day 7
It had been exactly one week since Aigis had started her 'project', if an attempted resurrection could be simplified as such.
"I still have a long ways to go," the SEES gynoid muttered to herself, "it is no small matter to replicate functional ASW parts with significant alterations without alerting people at the Corporation."
Indeed, the blonde had to resort to cobbling up what could be considered a small 3D printer for her highly specialized parts. Such a thing had it's own limitations as well as difficulties with the final product. Still, her battery was fully charged and she equipped herself with her high precision manipulators meaning that she'd be able to get a lot of work done by the end of the day. Reviewing her plan of action, the mechanical maiden stared at the parts she was about to modify.
"At the very least, the arms are fully functional if a bit skeletal," Aigis looked over the prototype limbs she had set on the table, "this is more difficult than I thought it would be, until we complete the process, we have no idea how the mechanisms would work respond to the Omnipotent Orb in place of a Papillon Heart system."
The mechanical maiden rubbed her joints, she would have to switch to a new pair of arms before her current ones break down. The precision her current arms offered were offset by considerably less durability than her combat arms and they had been ill maintained from the last time she had used them.
"Rough day?" a familiar, velvet-clad woman sat beside the blonde, "You look quite exhausted."
"Elizabeth, I did not hear you enter," the college student gave the woman a confused expression, "is this an ability all Attendants share?"
"Ever since I had began walking my own Journey," Elizabeth explained, her compendium firmly on her lap, "I was given free reign to travel between this world and the Velvet Room. Though my entrances do need a bit more fine tuning. "
"What else have your travels taught you?" Aigis asked with a sincere curiosity.
"We cannot lean on the past to survive the present," the elevator attendant said with a serious tone, "otherwise, we would have no future to call our own."
"That would be difficult for me," the blonde stared at the floor, "he was my past, he's all I can think of now, and he is the future that I hope to achieve behind these walls."
"Yes, well perhaps you should take a little break," Elizabeth suggested.
"A break?" Aigis replied looking like someone had just kicked Koromaru.
"Yes, I have no knowledge of computers and all of this gadgetry you have set up and it would deeply affect your performance if you don't at least take some time to yourself," the attendant of the Velvet Room explained.
"That sounds reasonable," the blonde cracked her knuckles as she checked her internal clock, "I shall rest tomorrow, maybe it would clear my head a little."
"You should," Elizabeth patted Aigis' shoulder before vanishing from the material plane, presumably back into the Velvet Room.
Aigis looked around, the hardware was far from finished, but the software was good to go.
"I did have to alter a lot of code for the synthetic neural network," the mechanical maiden sighed in relief, "I'm sure his mind would be unable to handle most of the extra functions, he is still human after all."
The blonde imagined Minato struggling with his newfound heightened senses, infrared vision, enhanced strength, agility, detachable limbs, as well as a toaster, and then a small smile crept up to her face in the process.
"The toaster would most likely be Mitsuru-san's idea of a joke, though considering the olfactory and taste upgrades, it could also be seen asa gift," Aigis reminisced with fondness, "I did develop a taste for butter toast afterwards."
"That should be all for today," the blonde stood up, hid her little project and locked up.
-Inaba, 4:00 P.M.-
A familiar young detective was taking the train to a familiar rural town. On this detective's face was a look of deep thought that reflected her inquisitive nature.
"That girl, the android, Aigis, she seemed to be hiding something," Naoto Shirogane mused, "perhaps Kirijo is hiding...no, it seemed like something that Aigis didn't want even her friends to know."
The thought of a robot, however human in appearance, having an agenda of her own, terrified the Detective Prince.
"I could just be overreacting and our alliance is vital for Kirijo Corporate resources," the bluenette sighed to herself, "I'll look into it later when I get back to the city. For now, I need to find some food I haven't had a decent meal since that cafe in Port Island."
Kanji Tatsumi and Naoto Shirogane weren't just an odd couple, they were the picture on the urban dictionary for the term odd couple. On Kanji's end, he was a tough guy, a REALLY tough guy, who wore a biker appearance...and he knits, cooks and cleans the house too. On Naoto's end was a complex set of issues that strengthened her self-constructed hypothesis that the strength of one's Shadow would be directly related to one's psychological issue, hence why Nanako Dojima didn't seem to possess a Shadow, she was simply too young...And the bluenette was digressing once more with thoughts that were either already established or couldn't be proven with the facts available at the moment.
"I need a damned drink," Naoto pinched the bridge of her nose.
In ten minutes the cab arrived right in front of Kanji's house, the Detective Prince paid the driver the exact amount of money on the meter before entering the household where she was greeted by a great big thuggish looking man.
"It's so nice to see you again Nao-chan," the voice of Kanji's mother boomed in the little house, "you and my boy should really take a vacation one of these days, at the very least, get the old gang back together."
"That's a nice idea," Naoto agreed.
""Yo Naoto!" Kanji said in a gravel like tone all the way from the kitchen, "You want your steak a little well done?"
"Yeah," the bluenette smiled a little inside.
After an embarrassing event that must never be spoken of again, involving her, a school girl outfit and Souji Seta, the silverette had the decency to steer the tomboyish detective towards the direction of the group's manly man, Kanji. The initial results were hilarious to say the least, Yosuke almost released the contents of his bladder from the laughter alone, Yukiko laughed her trademark disturbing out of character laugh, Chie just banged her head to the table to not offend her friends with the reaction the martial artist could come up with, Teddie was happy for Kanji, but a little sad that he couldn't 'score with Nao-chan', and Souji...Souji kept a straight face, but deep beneath those cold and seemingly emotionless, unjudging eyes was a young man who mentally detonated his organs twice with laughter at the hilarity of his two friends' developing relationship.
"Enough of that," Naoto cupped her cheeks, "I'll follow up on Aigis tomorrow."
-End-