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Q: Will Mecha Cream fight with Amy (asked by Ralik360)
A: Unsure at the moment as her interact with anyone from the Freedom Fighters is an unknown element at the moment. She will interact with others more then just animals and Chao but no Freedom Fighters or their allies at the moment
Also within the next couple of chapters a roboticized Hope Kintobor will be joining Cream in her power plant. How and why Hope ends up like this will be explained fully (at least that what I hoping) when that time comes. Hope would not be alone as there would be possibly 3-4 others that join her in getting roboticized and evenutally become a part of Mecha Cream's workforce (who they are is still being decided).
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Unit 3185113's dull red irises lit up as her internal clock told her that it was time to 'wake up'. It was not a figurative internal clock that informed Cream to wake up; there was literally a digital clock in her central processor that kept the time. Sleep was drastically different for Robian Unit 3185113 than it was for Cream the Rabbit. However, she wasn't the only one that was different; her room had drastically changed as well.
The room looked nothing like what one would expect for a normal six-year-old Mobian. There was no bed or dresser, nor was there even a sign of toys anywhere around the room. The walls had been stripped of the once Chao-themed wallpaper, which had been packed up along with the rest of the trash (i.e. everything Cream and Vanilla owned) by Mecha Vanilla and hauled off to a dump where it could be melted down and reused. The walls may have been bare, but the room itself was not, at least not completely. It housed at least two computer consoles, as well as Mecha Cream herself
It was a somewhat ironic twist that, as a Robian, she still 'slept' in her old room in the exact same spot where her bed once stood. Currently, she was standing upright in the corner, in the process of disengaging her sleep mode. The time at which her now very real internal clock went off was the same time that she would have normally gotten up as a Mobian.
The reason Mecha Cream 'slept' was, strangely enough, close to the same reason that she had done so as an organic being. The amount of time was much shorter, though, because the need for 'sleep' was not as important for her now, since she was just a machine of metal, wires, and oil rather than a creature of flesh, bones, and blood.
Mecha Cream blinked as she reached for her ear to pull out a plug. This cord connected the Robian rabbit (technically a "Rabbot" now) to one of the computer consoles in her room.
The purpose of this computer was to help Cream in her work, performing tasks that normal researcher Robians were unable to do themselves. Investigative Robians were so single-minded in their tasks that there was a danger of overloading their memory bank. The computer was a safety precaution, allowing her to back up data and empty out the free space in her memory banks.
This was especially important with Cream the Rabbot. Despite being a researcher, she was still just a Robian child, having only two-and-a-half terabytes of her five terabyte memory banks available for free space. With such a limited amount of free space in her memory banks, she had to store all data that wasn't immediately necessary in the computer in order to maximize her available memory space. This was where her uniqueness came into play, since a normal researcher Robian could only work until its memory banks were full, and then it would have to stop all tasks until was carried to a console to have all its relevant data upload on to it.
Mecha Cream had been ordered to be independent in how she carried herself as she worked at the power plant. To maximize her performance, and to make sure that she never lost much work time from long upload periods, at the end of every week she connected herself to a computer console that ran on a separate generator from the main frame of her plant. This console stored a back-up copy of all her research. If anything happened to the main computer, here she would have the ability to recover what was lost.
The second reason was that she used this time once a week to make sure that she was always at peak condition, as her central processor used this time to make sure that her memory banks were functioning properly and to delete any data that was deemed unnecessary before uploading the information to her back up computer console. Optimization of her memory banks, along with the defragmenting of her system, was considered very important, as dictated by Lord Robotnik himself in the programming that she had been given. She used this time to recharge as well, but only when her power level was under 20% because constant recharging could prove to be disadvantageous in the long run: The overall power level of her core would be lower from constant charging.
When this process was complete, the young Rabbot went to the window where she stopped to look outside, as though some of her original Mobian self was seeping through her programming. That was not the case as, upon closer inspection, she was not paying any attention to the scenery outside her window at all. Instead, she watched the various Robian birds that circled the power plant, taking note of their positions and ensuring that they all followed their designated flight paths. These aerial spies had once been faulty Robians, but all of them were now repaired; thus, she simply had to make sure that they continued to work efficiently according to her designs.
It had taken a very long time to find hardy enough Robians to work in the factory; most of the faulty ones she found in the vicinity possessed exoskeletons and outer armor so fragile that they broke under simple examination. With this difficulty, she kept an eye out for any Robians that were not faulty beyond repair, ones that the roboticizer could fix. The flying mechs were especially valuable. They were her eyes in the sky that keep her posted on all that went on around the plant. She cared little for what happened beyond the plant grounds, though she was a little intrigued with the strange place that had curiously large wooden beams that always stood erect, despite these being pretty weak; her primary guard could push one over with very little effort and no assistance. She had already learned that these beams of wood were useless in her research, just like the majority of the faulty Robians that lived in them.
Of course, Cream's lack of interest in the forest was something the woodland creatures were very grateful for; they lived in constant fear of Mecha Cream searching for them, trying to "fix" them. Many were so frightened that they dared not leave their own homes, especially the birds and scavengers. Birds lived in continual dread of being used as bullets to strike down others of their own kind and then killed when the curious Robian girl crushed their bones and snapped their wings.
The scavengers were near starving, yet much of the time they didn't dare to hunt. Too many times, all the dead animals (which the young Rabbot thought were simply deactivated Robians) had lured them out of hiding, only for her to appear right behind them. The lucky creatures fled for their lives, but those that were too slow shared the fate of their prey.
Cream was merely examining the curious behavior of the smaller Robians. She simply couldn't understand why they consumed other faulty Robians. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that these strange mechs were mobile trash compactors.
Oftentimes, the methods she used in trying to 'fix' the animals scarred them for the rest of their lives. One such procedure came about when she noticed a hole in the back end of a small Robian where unknown organic matter drained out; she concluded that the hole needed to be plugged to fix undesirable leakage.
Mecha Cream worked hard to find and repair the many flaws in the faulty machines she wished to have work in the power plant. Sometimes she had to expose a Robian's entire inner workings in order to find out what was wrong. One such operation on a scavenger had revealed a narrow tube that ran all the way from the back end of the broken mech up into its main trunk, where it connected to a bag of some kind. She'd ended up cutting open the bag for closer examination, finding that it was filled with an unknown organic liquid. The Rabbot had then reached in with a wrench to try and drain the fluid. When she couldn't find any screws or valves, she removed the tool, only to see that it was steaming, pitted with rapidly expanding holes. She came to the conclusion that the strange fluid was a form of acid, likely required for garbage breakdown and disposal. After drying her hands, which were unaffected due to her superior metallic frame, on an oil-stained rag, she disposed of the acid and the ruined wrench.
Many of the faulty Robians she examined were unable to be reactivated due to their fragile makeup. Mecha Cream hadn't given up in her search, though, and at last she had found some durable mechs that now served as mobile trash units for her plant. Among some of the weaker Robians, though, she'd discovered that the strange tube-like thing connecting to a bag periodically leaked some kind of liquid. Seeing this leak as undesirable, likely a waste of precious fuel, Cream determined that it must be plugged in order to increase efficiency. The child Robian had initially tried to pull off the tube in order to replace it, but the leak had only become worse, even changing color from yellow to red, and no adequate replacement parts could be found. After that, she always tied the tube shut, but while this stopped the leak, the repaired Robians often wouldn't reactivate. More research was necessary to find adequate ways to repair the weaker mechs if they were ever to be capable of working in the factory.
Satisfied that the aerial mechs were functioning properly, she turned from the window and began her routine full body check. Though she might not have cared about her appearance, and she was basically naked since clothes served no purpose to her, what the young Rabbot was actually doing what could be considered the robotic equivalent of personal hygiene. This doesn't mean things like brushing teeth. Not only was she a machine but, in her current state of existence, Cream did not even have teeth, let alone a mouth. Her voice came from a device that served as her voice box with a speaker built into the other side of her faceplate. This speaker was just loud enough that her voice traveled through her armor to be heard by anyone around her. A full body check included cleaning her metallic body off, removing any dust or other particles that might have collected on her during the week, as she never stopped working until it was time to upload and back up any new findings, a task she performed once every week.
Exiting her recharge area, formerly known as her bedroom, the Rabbot looked down the hallway toward her work center. The hallway, like the Recharging Room, was devoid of any sign that Mobians had once lived here. The floor's carpet had long since been ripped up and given to the mobile trash disposal units because the extra cushioning underfoot was considered unnecessary. All that was required was that the entire building be reinforced to ensure that it could take the weight of herself (now a hundred pound Robian), her machinery, and her other workers.
While checking the original structural integrity upstairs, because she hadn't wanted to risk harming the machines her lord had entrusted her with, Mecha Cream had gone upstairs to the point where she had determined that the floor was weakest and begun jumping up and down. Of course, this place just happened to be where Vanilla's bed had once rested. It was here that Cream, as a Mobian, had often jumped up and down on the soft, springy mattress whenever she had the chance. Though she'd always gotten caught, it was one of the few things that the normally well-behaved rabbit would often do, even if it was disobedient to her mother. Now, of course, Vanilla couldn't care less what Cream did, for she was on the other side of the Southern Baronies performing her own duties with Unit 935. The bed had been trashed along with everything else, leaving the room vacant.
Unit 3185113 just kept jumping up and down, over and over again. This went on for hours because it was her current task, so she had no problem with doing it repeatedly. Boredom meant nothing to her anymore, though curiosity did. This curiosity drove her to find a solution to a difficult problem, even in a seemingly pointless task. The machine that she wished to place here was delicate, so damaging it would greatly slow her research, and the floor in the center of the room was weak, likely to collapse even with reinforcement. The ideal solution would be to replace the weakened section of floor entirely, which made removing it a necessary priority. Thus, she continued jumping long after any other Robian would have burned out.
Eventually, she crashed through the floor that could no longer take the constant pounding. The hole she created that day was left where it was and the area around it was strengthened even more. She determined that the gap, as it was, would provide easy access to the lower floor by jumping or flying through it.
After examining her mother's former bedroom, she went downstairs. The stairs weren't really stairs anymore, but an escalator. The escalator was necessary because transporting delicate and heavy equipment up a flight of stairs wasn't very productive or efficient. Mecha Cream had gathered together some of the scrap metal from the machines that had once littered her Examination Room, what had once been a cooling apparatus, a heating apparatus, and some strange kind of cleaning machine. These foreign mechanisms were far too small to be useful, and they took up valuable space, so they'd been scrapped. The metal they provided allowed the Robian child to build the escalator.
Cream rarely used the escalator herself because it was too slow, not to mention she'd get in the way of the other workers. Today, as always, she slid down the handrail, landing perfectly on the ground. As an organic being, Vanilla would never have allowed such behavior, but she no longer had any say in what either of them did. After all, Mecha Cream was the head of this household-turned-power plant for the Robotnik Empire. If Vanilla had been aware of, or cared, what her former daughter was doing, she probably would have applauded her for actions that would have gotten her grounded as a Mobian.
"Unit 3855195, report," Cream said as she looked around the Examination Room. However, the robotic Chao wasn't at his usual post by the door, a sight she had come to expect on returning from weekly 'sleep' sessions.
When the mechanical Chao didn't respond within five minutes- the allotted time to pause or finish his current task- she then started looking for him. Such disobedience was not tolerated without good reason.
It didn't really matter whether or not Cream knew exactly where Cheese was supposed to be at the moment. Though their lives as Robians were not very well-defined, every part of their day was still planned and carried out in the exact same way day after day. Without any outside disturbances, a five minute waiting period was a reasonable time frame to allow for current tasks to be completed before meeting up again.