Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)
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The Pods are thorough, constantly examining her under 9S's watchful eye. It's enough to drive her mad, watching 9S return each day with more Large Recoveries than she'd ever seen in the Bunker. He becomes so restless that eventually he returns with relics from humanity- strange elixirs, long strings of chemicals which could only work on biological lifeforms.
She doesn't mind the fussing, but she never admits it. Instead, sitting upright in her makeshift bed, she silently enjoys her weeks of recovery merely being in his presence.
She wonders if this is what it feels like to be missed, to be loved.