Sex Education Medabot style!
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer: *is watching an old anime* .
Miranda: Jedi-Chan? Shouldn't you be doing something?
Huh?
Miranda: Like the disclaimer?
Oh yeah, I don't own anything!
Miranda: -_-U
Authors note: HIYA! WHOA! Influx of Questions. I'm going to have to limit it to one question at a time, oh and 'Smokey and the bandit'? I'll most likely only use a FEW of your questions. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! The main ones can have Neutranurse's children to Robattle with!
Neutranurse: WHAT?!?!?!?!?
But seriously, this isn't REALLY a question chapter; this is more of a plot chapter. You'll see what I mean, but for now. PLEASE review, and PLEASE
NO MORE QUESTIONS FOR THE MOMENT
Just till I get sorted at school/ collage/ hellhole. Thank you.
P.s.: Special thanks to all the people who have gotten the reviews to 50+!! That includes Dark Lady, Mimic, Pika-flash, DC, Gostridah and many more! ------------------------ The Next morning... ------------------------
The next morning, Jedi sat up in his bed, got out, got dressed and walked to the kitchen to get some tea. Coffee was better for mornings but he liked tea. He hit the button on the kettle on and sat down, to read the paper. He flipped through it and growled at a few points. As you can tell, this particular author is NOT a morning person. The next person to join the author was Miranda, a short Japanese woman with dark eyes and brown hair that turned up at the ends. The small Japanese woman sauntered down towards him, rubbing her eyes very cutely. She still had her nightcap on, but hers had a pair of floppy cat ears so it made her seem even more adorable. She walked in and put her cup down. She reached up to get some breakfast, but being only 4 foot 9 inches, she couldn't reach and gave up after a while, joining her husband at the table. She sighed and leaned on his shoulder, reading the paper.
"Anything interesting Jedi? " She asked in Japanese. It was a Monday so they spoke Japanese to each other. On Mondays thru Thursdays they spoke Japanese, but Friday, Saturday and Sunday they spoke English. He just shook his head and grunted something. "That bad, huh? " He nodded. She could still tell what he was saying, even if it was only a slight grunt. The next to join the fray was Reaver; the death type added his black mug to the steadily increasing queue, though he seemed to add another cup as well for some reason. Miranda didn't notice it, but Jedi did and to be honest I think he KNEW Jedi had seen the forth cup go down. Sure enough, in a nightgown, came wildfire, the life type. Reaver tried to look as innocent as possible as she exited his room. Jedi and Miranda looked up at the sheepish Femme.
"W...What?" she looked quite sheepishly at the pair's stares (ooh that rhymes! ...Kinda...) and blushed. She rubbed her arm and tried to avert her gaze as did Reaver, who was also blushing. Jedi just tutted and continued to read. Reaver reached up and grabbed the box of 'sugar puffs' and 4 bowls, along with milk and extra-sugar. And people wonder where Reaver gets his sugar rushes from... he placed them down and held out a chair for Wildfire, who sat down.
"New girl friend?" Jedi asked, as if he was a teenager, just caught with a girl. Reaver bolted up straight.
"Err... I...err..." he stuttered, he always did that when he was embarrassed. Jedi laughed and poured out a bowl for them all. Wildfire dug straight in to the bowl of sugar puffs and nearly finished it before Miranda started. Jedi had seen this before. Just to put things in to perspective, Miranda was not only a fast eater, but also a big eater. She ate a lot but still managed to keep her 4ft 9" on height and 95lbs body, go fig... Well he knew what this was; it meant that Reaver had gotten her in to 'trouble'.
"So what's going on today?" Reaver asked, changing the subject away from his 'guest'.
"More questions, more answers..." Jedi sighed. More people started to saunter in, in the form of the cannon cat type Revolver and the form of her boy friend Pregno, both giving funny looks to the new girl, before adding their cups to the train of cups, ready for a fill.
"I think you need a new Kettle Jedi..." Revolver commented, sitting down. Reaver and Wildfire finished so they got up and left, so others could come and eat. Revolver watched them walk off before she leaned over the table as and whispered to Jedi, "Reaver's up EARLY?" she asked, completely astonished.
"And who's the girl?" Pregno added, not caring to be subtle. As always, Pregno had the bedside manner and the discretion of a Sherman tank.
"The girl is Wildfire. She belongs to an author called Naika, who I call Van." Jedi-and said, turning the page.
"And the girl is also why Reaver is up early! " Miranda called, still hugging Jedi.
"I'm confused, doesn't he like Brass?" Revolver asked.
"Well yes, but in this case a Reaver/Brass pairing cannot happen because Brass is with Metabee, so it is a Reaver/wildfire fic pairing." Jedi explained. Revolver was still a little confused but felt almost comfortable to this unique form of confusion and got up to empty the kettle of all its water in to the several mugs. She handed them out to all the inhabitants of the table and sat back down. The next to join the group was Centurion; he wasn't a morning Medabot, much like his creator. He grabbed the coffee maker pot and sat down. Peppercat soon followed and curled up on his shoulder, falling back to sleep. Revolver grabbed a chunk of slicing ham; still in it's cylinder form and passed it to him, before sitting down again. Centurion ripped a bit off and passed it up to Peppercat, who lifted her head, opened her eyes slightly and ate it out of his hand, before resting her head back down and snoozing lightly.
"Morning Centurion." Jedi said lightly. A small grunt came from the CNT as he finished off the coffee and started on the morning's ham.
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Downstairs more alert Medabots, Like Bee and the Bird twins (Harpy and spares) are waking up the Medabots that stayed with the smell of cooking food (EG bacon). One by one the Medabots wake. One however didn't stir. It was young miss Wildcat. Bee let her sleep a while longer and saved her some food. Harpy walked up to Bee and screeched very softly in to her ear. Bee's eyes went wide as the two walked to a secluded corner.
"What do you mean that we burnt the questions!?" She asked the oldest twin. Harpy shrugged and looked back over her shoulder, then back to the BEE type.
"*Screech* How should I know? All I know is that when me and Bro woke up, there was a burning smell and we walked out of our room to see a pile of embers where Jedi-and's cue cards where!" Spares ran over to the group.
"Whatarewegonnado?! Whatarewegonnado?!" he waved his arms around over dramatically. Harpy waited for a brake in the flailing to slap her brother hard. "Thanks sis. What are we going to do?" he asked a little more calmly.
"I don't know, but Jedi isn't a morning person." Bee said, a bit frustrated. "All we know is we need to head to the archive BEFORE he comes down to answer questions."
"Alright!" the pair replied. The other two dispersed as Bee made her way to the Archive.
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"So, whose questions have you got today?" Centurion asked, in a low gruff tone.
"Lots of peoples." Jedi replied, slightly more awake than before. "However I can't find my questions. Looks like it'll be a little longer before we answer the questions." Miranda looks over his shoulder and reads what he is reading,
"What's that? " She looked VERY confused.
"It's a new procedure created to deal with DMP and other such disorders! Look at this, ' to prevent Medabot mothers 'Plumping up like a wale', After a month, the baby medals can be removed through a C-section and placed in several specialized tube. Each tube will be capable of holding four baby medals and taking care of them. Each tube is filled with a suspension solution and hundreds of nanobots, each programmed to take care of the baby medals until they reach the point where they would normally be born. To insure that the baby medals turn out normal, the suspension solution would hold the medals in a state of suspended animation for up to five hours if necessary, allowing one to download all of the mother's data to the nanobots, so they would take care of the baby medals, just like the nanobots in the mother's womb. And as they're needed, data, bits of metal, and power can be loaded into the suspension liquid, where the nanobots will take it and apply it where necessary. And with the mother's data loaded into the nanobots, it would be just like the medals are still in the womb.' It's brilliant! It's genius! " Jedi exclaimed.
"I thought YOU where the expert on this sort of thing! " Revolver called, making Jedi a bit embarrassed.
"Yes, I AM the authority on this matter, but there are very intelligent people out there, creating new procedures, like this person 'The Masked Author'. He must have some Author power to think of this, not even *I* thought of that!" Miranda rolled her eyes and decided his shoulder was as good a place as any to fall back to sleep. He laughed a little and continued to read.
While downstairs a pair of birds and a bee, franticly attempt to recover the lost questions.
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer: *is watching an old anime* .
Miranda: Jedi-Chan? Shouldn't you be doing something?
Huh?
Miranda: Like the disclaimer?
Oh yeah, I don't own anything!
Miranda: -_-U
Authors note: HIYA! WHOA! Influx of Questions. I'm going to have to limit it to one question at a time, oh and 'Smokey and the bandit'? I'll most likely only use a FEW of your questions. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! The main ones can have Neutranurse's children to Robattle with!
Neutranurse: WHAT?!?!?!?!?
But seriously, this isn't REALLY a question chapter; this is more of a plot chapter. You'll see what I mean, but for now. PLEASE review, and PLEASE
NO MORE QUESTIONS FOR THE MOMENT
Just till I get sorted at school/ collage/ hellhole. Thank you.
P.s.: Special thanks to all the people who have gotten the reviews to 50+!! That includes Dark Lady, Mimic, Pika-flash, DC, Gostridah and many more! ------------------------ The Next morning... ------------------------
The next morning, Jedi sat up in his bed, got out, got dressed and walked to the kitchen to get some tea. Coffee was better for mornings but he liked tea. He hit the button on the kettle on and sat down, to read the paper. He flipped through it and growled at a few points. As you can tell, this particular author is NOT a morning person. The next person to join the author was Miranda, a short Japanese woman with dark eyes and brown hair that turned up at the ends. The small Japanese woman sauntered down towards him, rubbing her eyes very cutely. She still had her nightcap on, but hers had a pair of floppy cat ears so it made her seem even more adorable. She walked in and put her cup down. She reached up to get some breakfast, but being only 4 foot 9 inches, she couldn't reach and gave up after a while, joining her husband at the table. She sighed and leaned on his shoulder, reading the paper.
"Anything interesting Jedi? " She asked in Japanese. It was a Monday so they spoke Japanese to each other. On Mondays thru Thursdays they spoke Japanese, but Friday, Saturday and Sunday they spoke English. He just shook his head and grunted something. "That bad, huh? " He nodded. She could still tell what he was saying, even if it was only a slight grunt. The next to join the fray was Reaver; the death type added his black mug to the steadily increasing queue, though he seemed to add another cup as well for some reason. Miranda didn't notice it, but Jedi did and to be honest I think he KNEW Jedi had seen the forth cup go down. Sure enough, in a nightgown, came wildfire, the life type. Reaver tried to look as innocent as possible as she exited his room. Jedi and Miranda looked up at the sheepish Femme.
"W...What?" she looked quite sheepishly at the pair's stares (ooh that rhymes! ...Kinda...) and blushed. She rubbed her arm and tried to avert her gaze as did Reaver, who was also blushing. Jedi just tutted and continued to read. Reaver reached up and grabbed the box of 'sugar puffs' and 4 bowls, along with milk and extra-sugar. And people wonder where Reaver gets his sugar rushes from... he placed them down and held out a chair for Wildfire, who sat down.
"New girl friend?" Jedi asked, as if he was a teenager, just caught with a girl. Reaver bolted up straight.
"Err... I...err..." he stuttered, he always did that when he was embarrassed. Jedi laughed and poured out a bowl for them all. Wildfire dug straight in to the bowl of sugar puffs and nearly finished it before Miranda started. Jedi had seen this before. Just to put things in to perspective, Miranda was not only a fast eater, but also a big eater. She ate a lot but still managed to keep her 4ft 9" on height and 95lbs body, go fig... Well he knew what this was; it meant that Reaver had gotten her in to 'trouble'.
"So what's going on today?" Reaver asked, changing the subject away from his 'guest'.
"More questions, more answers..." Jedi sighed. More people started to saunter in, in the form of the cannon cat type Revolver and the form of her boy friend Pregno, both giving funny looks to the new girl, before adding their cups to the train of cups, ready for a fill.
"I think you need a new Kettle Jedi..." Revolver commented, sitting down. Reaver and Wildfire finished so they got up and left, so others could come and eat. Revolver watched them walk off before she leaned over the table as and whispered to Jedi, "Reaver's up EARLY?" she asked, completely astonished.
"And who's the girl?" Pregno added, not caring to be subtle. As always, Pregno had the bedside manner and the discretion of a Sherman tank.
"The girl is Wildfire. She belongs to an author called Naika, who I call Van." Jedi-and said, turning the page.
"And the girl is also why Reaver is up early! " Miranda called, still hugging Jedi.
"I'm confused, doesn't he like Brass?" Revolver asked.
"Well yes, but in this case a Reaver/Brass pairing cannot happen because Brass is with Metabee, so it is a Reaver/wildfire fic pairing." Jedi explained. Revolver was still a little confused but felt almost comfortable to this unique form of confusion and got up to empty the kettle of all its water in to the several mugs. She handed them out to all the inhabitants of the table and sat back down. The next to join the group was Centurion; he wasn't a morning Medabot, much like his creator. He grabbed the coffee maker pot and sat down. Peppercat soon followed and curled up on his shoulder, falling back to sleep. Revolver grabbed a chunk of slicing ham; still in it's cylinder form and passed it to him, before sitting down again. Centurion ripped a bit off and passed it up to Peppercat, who lifted her head, opened her eyes slightly and ate it out of his hand, before resting her head back down and snoozing lightly.
"Morning Centurion." Jedi said lightly. A small grunt came from the CNT as he finished off the coffee and started on the morning's ham.
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Downstairs more alert Medabots, Like Bee and the Bird twins (Harpy and spares) are waking up the Medabots that stayed with the smell of cooking food (EG bacon). One by one the Medabots wake. One however didn't stir. It was young miss Wildcat. Bee let her sleep a while longer and saved her some food. Harpy walked up to Bee and screeched very softly in to her ear. Bee's eyes went wide as the two walked to a secluded corner.
"What do you mean that we burnt the questions!?" She asked the oldest twin. Harpy shrugged and looked back over her shoulder, then back to the BEE type.
"*Screech* How should I know? All I know is that when me and Bro woke up, there was a burning smell and we walked out of our room to see a pile of embers where Jedi-and's cue cards where!" Spares ran over to the group.
"Whatarewegonnado?! Whatarewegonnado?!" he waved his arms around over dramatically. Harpy waited for a brake in the flailing to slap her brother hard. "Thanks sis. What are we going to do?" he asked a little more calmly.
"I don't know, but Jedi isn't a morning person." Bee said, a bit frustrated. "All we know is we need to head to the archive BEFORE he comes down to answer questions."
"Alright!" the pair replied. The other two dispersed as Bee made her way to the Archive.
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"So, whose questions have you got today?" Centurion asked, in a low gruff tone.
"Lots of peoples." Jedi replied, slightly more awake than before. "However I can't find my questions. Looks like it'll be a little longer before we answer the questions." Miranda looks over his shoulder and reads what he is reading,
"What's that? " She looked VERY confused.
"It's a new procedure created to deal with DMP and other such disorders! Look at this, ' to prevent Medabot mothers 'Plumping up like a wale', After a month, the baby medals can be removed through a C-section and placed in several specialized tube. Each tube will be capable of holding four baby medals and taking care of them. Each tube is filled with a suspension solution and hundreds of nanobots, each programmed to take care of the baby medals until they reach the point where they would normally be born. To insure that the baby medals turn out normal, the suspension solution would hold the medals in a state of suspended animation for up to five hours if necessary, allowing one to download all of the mother's data to the nanobots, so they would take care of the baby medals, just like the nanobots in the mother's womb. And as they're needed, data, bits of metal, and power can be loaded into the suspension liquid, where the nanobots will take it and apply it where necessary. And with the mother's data loaded into the nanobots, it would be just like the medals are still in the womb.' It's brilliant! It's genius! " Jedi exclaimed.
"I thought YOU where the expert on this sort of thing! " Revolver called, making Jedi a bit embarrassed.
"Yes, I AM the authority on this matter, but there are very intelligent people out there, creating new procedures, like this person 'The Masked Author'. He must have some Author power to think of this, not even *I* thought of that!" Miranda rolled her eyes and decided his shoulder was as good a place as any to fall back to sleep. He laughed a little and continued to read.
While downstairs a pair of birds and a bee, franticly attempt to recover the lost questions.