Despite the shell being machine 0 still somehow retains her humanity and her human personality. She's so pure but so naïve and so cautious and fearful. Just like when she was Maggie. She loves to play in the snow when it falls but as soon as it melts she becomes scared. I told her to be careful about getting the wires wet and she took the warning a little too far. The body would protect the wiring for only so long and only if she kept the zipper closed.
When the Chancellor came today to demand I do something more about the machines than what I was doing 0 stood up and defended me. Well more like she attacked the Chancellor but didn't deal much damage. He did much more damage to her than she did to him. She lost her whole arm because she wouldn't let go of the needle just because she believed I was being threatened.
0 acts tough like she did as a human but she's weak when fighting, just like when she was Maggie. She doesn't truly want to kill anything or anyone. How she's survived to the age of fifteen, the only answer to that is she has a protector. According to her a protector shouldn't have a protector so maybe this means her role in this world is to not protect or perhaps this means she was wrong about the process of the world. Or perhaps this means guardian angels truly exist in some form.
This leads me to the conclusion that the reason BRAIN became so easily corrupted is because of the lack of a human soul. Sure it had my intellect, just like these "stitchpunks" will, but the human soul holds the conscious to know what is right and what is wrong. The intellect only holds the instinct to survive.
He closed his notebook and hid it in a drawer so 0 wouldn't try to look in it again. The sky was painted red. If there was a god somewhere he was angry or perhaps this is what the god of war looked when he was happy. It scared the Scientist to think that war would make anybody happy. What scary creature would you have to be? It was a question he's rather never know the answer to.
0's arm was stitched neatly with an indigo string she helped find. They gathered as much material as they could when they wandered outside in case she needed to be patched up and so they would have plenty of things to make the others from.
She slept soundly on a bed she made from a sponge he released from it's plastic prison just a week before. It could have easily gotten wet but she didn't expect that to happen any time soon.
He found some cloth he used to clean his glasses with and set it over her like a blanket.
0 didn't stir for several hours afterward, in which he took the time to design 2. When she finally did wake and sit up he showed her the designs for 2.
"What do you think, Cero?"
She looked sleepily at the design. "Okay, I guess." She didn't give any input of what to change. Instead she looked up at him, "Hey, can I design the next two?"
"Well yes, with my help."
The young stitchpunk shook her head. "No. Trust me you'll like my design way better than what you have planned!"
The Scientist just smiled. "Fine. You can have full control of 3 and 4."
She got to work immediately.