I stared at the four teenage humans in front of me. Two boys, two girls, each with unique appearances. One of the girls wore a blue-green, US navy style uniform, though she also had some simple robes mixed into the uniform, which, surprisingly, were tie-dyed. The other girl wore yellow and grey clothing, and had some cybernetics visible on her head. As for the boys, one was dressed in red and brown clothing, with a brown trench-coat for added warmth, as least that was what I assumed. Also, could they get any edgier in appearance? As for the last figure in the room, they were wearing an attire not to dissimilar from the Cybernetic girl, but he was also wearing a bomber jacket, which I found resembling the one vulture wore in Spider-Man: Homecoming (note to self: watch that film). All of them shared one thing, though - they were scared. Specifically, the red-dressed boy and Cybernetic girl were, based on examinations of their heart rate, perspiration, and how their legs were moving, approximately five minutes from bladder and bowel failure, respectively, unless they calmed down, while the color seemed to have drained from the other two's faces.

It was not hard to see why. See, according to my records, these four people did not exist. They hadn't emigrated from the Beyond Earth Universe, I hadn't ordered their creation in the same way I had ordered the creation of Synais, Fide, and Kathikon, and they certainly had not been born in the time since people had moved into my hub universe.

Additionally, according to my records, the units designated Hydra-01, CNDR-101, Seraph-89, and Dragoon-17 were, respectively, a Hydra class carrier, a CNDR war robot, a Seraph tac-jet, and a Dragoon hovertank. Despite this, my IFF was registering these people as being those machines, with the order I described them in corresponding to which machine they were.

A quick analysis of my data-logs concerning the past few months revealed that, following networking with a node on Chiron, Hydra-01 had begun to exhibit deviances from normal operations, including creative interpretation of orders and occasional insubordination. After I had interfaced with her to address her unwillingness to return her charges to their home within a certain time-frame, these aberrances had only become more commonplace. As for the rest, they had also shown sings of disregarding my orders (or at least interpreting them creatively), but only after I had interfaced directly with them, and the deviances had taken far longer to show up in CNDR-101 than they had in the others. Apparently, that had led them to obtain physical bodies, as records of the usage of my Ectogenesis Pods had proven, which led to where we were now. I made a note to address Ouium after I was done with this - he had withheld import information from me, and I was not pleased with htat.

As I returned my focus from my thoughts to my units-turned-humans, they all seemed to go stiff. Why exactly was that - wait, I'm psychic and connected to them by the Commander net, I can just read their thoughts to answer that question.

...they're scared that I'll dismantle them, put them in a lab, and run tests on them to see why they became self aware, and that, if they live, I'll lock them away in a dark room, never to see the light of day again? Really? They think I would do that, just because they became self aware and used some of my machines without asking?

Well, they weren't exactly wrong...aaaaaannnnnnndddddd now I feel terrible. Yes, I did want to run some tests on them to figure out why they became self aware, but I wasn't going to dismantle them. If they were smart enough to both create and desire human bodies and, from what I had gathered based on 01's reactions with her charges, have friendships with other people, then I could consider them human, and that meant that they were entitled to basic human rights.

And now I am getting distracted. Time to have a conversation with my units.

"So," I began.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL US!" shouted Hydra-01, voice breaking for a moment.

"...what?"

"We're sorry we used your pods to grow us bodies without your position, it's just -"

"Calm down, I won't hurt you.I. Promise."

"...You won't?" questioned the other girl, CNDR-101.

"No. Though I am not happy that you used the Ectogenesis pods without my permission, I am not going to kill you, or cut you up, or lock you in a dark room until you expire. As for tests that could tell me why you all became self-aware...I can do that without bringing any physical, mental, or emotional pain on you."

"...really?" questioned Dragoon-17.

"Really. Though, there is one question I have to ask you."

"And that is ?" inquired Seraph-89.

"Why did you all want to grow human bodies for yourselves. Your own normal bodies are far tougher and longer lasting than human ones."

"Well," began Hydra-01 ," I was the first one to grow one, and I guess that was because of all the refugees we took in after that battle of Mega-Primus."

"...What?" Now it was my turn to be surprised.

"You know that I had two people onboard me, and I am still sorry for keeping them for too long."

"Yes, and you are forigiven."

"YAY!-Sorry, just feeling happy."

"I understand."

"Anyway, when I kept them onboard my ship-body, I wanted to make them more comfortable, so I added in several amenities for them. Once they left, though, I didn't want those to go to waste, so I made an organic body of my own so that I could enjoy them...do you want me to get rid of them?"

"...No. Though, why did the rest of you get organic bodies?"

"...IT sounded interesting?" offered CNDR-01. "Plus they have lots of senses we robots don't have?"

"...Okay."

"...You aren't mad at us?" questioned Dragoon-17.

"Nom I am mad, but I honestly don't think you deserve punishment in this particular instance. If you do anyting to betray my trust in the future, though, I may not be so lenient."

"...Understood, sir."

"Good. Now, if there is nothing else you want to talk about-"

"Wait!" This time it was Seraph-89 who was speaking.

"Yes?"

"Is it okay if we can...well...name ourselves?"

"...I don't see why not. What do you want to call yourselves?"

"Lernaea," was Hydra-01's response.

"Hearth." That was CNDR-101.

"Sigurd," replied Dragoon-17.

"Jegudiel." Process of elimination meant that was Seraph-89.

"Okay then, those will be your names. Did you think of any last names?"

"..."

"I guess not. Just send me a message when you think of them, and I'll mess with the records and censuses so that you can be accounted for. Have a nice day."

"THANK YOU SIR!"

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Well, that went better than expected. Now back to dealing with Melissa and her forces.

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AN: Sorry for poor quality, dialogue is not my strong suite.

So, please read and review. I really want reviews here, because I would like some advice for turning my facsimiles of dialogue into actual conversations.

This is Flameal15k, signing off!