"And that should just… about… do it." With a final twist of his screwdriver, Power Loader emerged from behind the hospital equipment and took a step back to check his handiwork. "Try that out, Izuku."

The equipment crackled and buzzed momentarily, before a slightly emotionless voice broke through. It sounded absolutely nothing like Izuku. "-est, test, one two three. It worked. Thank you."

Dusting his hands off, Power Loader casually stuck the screwdriver in his back pocket. "No worries, it was all Yamashita's idea," he said, gesturing toward the student joining him in the room.

The girl in question gave a nonchalant half-shrug. "Pretty simple invention, morse code to speech translation. It should make it easier for you to communicate while you're in there."

Izuku's hospital room was the most crowded it had been since he was admitted. In addition to Power Loader, there was Inko, Mei, Yamashita (who Mei had invited as the "best engineer in class, after me, obviously"), and Hana, who insisted on joining them once she heard that Izuku was communicating again. Kazutani and Kuri had also wanted to come, but Kuri was finalising paperwork with Vlad King, and Kazutani was travelling to Best Jeanist's agency for the start of his internship.

"Thank you so much for getting that set up," Inko said with a smile towards the support students. "We really appreciate it. And it's nice to meet you properly for the first time! Izuku has told me a lot about you both,"

"He has? What did he say?!" Hana asked with a grin.

"Oh he's always talking about how clever the both of you are. You know he has a whole page in his notebook about you, Hana,"

The robotic voice came through the monitors once more, "Mom. Please. You are embarrassing me."

Inko rolled her eyes, as Maijima placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe we should work on getting Izuku back to us, before you embarrass the poor boy to death. Where do we stand right now, Izuku? Talk us through it."

Within his mindscape, where he had successfully conjured a very fancy looking computer chair, Izuku rhythmically tried to manifest a pair of pliers on his hand. Each time he did, he formed words in morse.

"From what I understand, when I interfaced with the computer inside that base, I basically downloaded too much. The files inside my mind have gotten cluttered, so now I think I got put into a kind of safe mode." It was the best explanation he could think of, but he knew that anything he couldn't figure out, one of his friends would definitely have an idea.

Hana scratched her nose, "Can't you like, declutter the files? Grab all the new ones and throw them in the recycling bin?" She glanced back and forth between Izuku on the bed, and the monitor, not sure who she should be addressing. "Do you have a recycling bin in there?"

"Sort of." Izuku answered. The robotic voice didn't properly convey just how unsure he sounded about it. "I can make the files disappear, but there are too many of them. Way too many. It would take me ages to sort them out and check everything, and I don't know what I might lose in the process."

Despite the emotionless voice they were hearing, somehow Inko astutely picked up on how worried he was. "We're going to figure this out for you, alright, Izuku? I may not know a lot about technology, but I do know we've got some of the smartest people in the world with you in this room right now."

"Hell yeah we do!" Mei shouted, a little too enthusiastically. "The Save Izuku Midoriya's Brain Brigade is willing to break international law if we have to!"

"Some international law." Power Loader corrected.

Taking a deep breath inside his mind, (was he actually taking a deep breath? How much of what he did inside here actually affected his body? A question for later.) Izuku decided to relay his plan to the rest of the team. "I do kind of have an idea. But it's risky. It's very very risky."

The crew stayed quiet for a moment, waiting for him to finish tapping out his message.

"We need to reboot the computer. You need to cut off the data flow to my brain."

Suddenly, the room exploded into noises of disagreement.

"No way, Izuku! We don't know what that will do to you!"

"We're not going to risk your life!"

"What if you lose everything that makes you you?!"

But Izuku didn't give up. "I don't think there is another option, a complete system restart will clear all the unwanted files. Right now all the new data inside me has no place to go, and if we don't act fast it will be too hard to get rid of everything. They're already storing themselves next to my original memories, if we're not careful they could start overwriting them instead."

"But, what if…" Yamashita began, with a thoughtful look on her face. "What if there was a way to send all the new files, every single one, somewhere else? All at once?"

"I thought about that, but I don't know how. It's not like I have a search engine in here or anything. Even if I knew the file types, I can't access everything at once."

Mei's eyes sparkled the way they always did when she was having a brain wave. "You might not have a search engine in there, but there's one out here! We don't need to know all the file types, Izuku. We just need to know yours."

Power Loader, on the other hand, seemed unconvinced. "What are you thinking, Hatsume?"

"Okay, stop me if this starts sounding crazy… Like Miki said, we take Izuku's files, and put them somewhere else."

"You sound crazy!" Hana shouted.

Mei shook her arms and tried her best to explain, "We put them somewhere else where we can properly access them! Then we get rid of all the junk, and re-upload the good stuff back into him!"

"You still sound crazy!" Hana repeated.

Yamashita pondered the idea for a moment, "No, I think Mei might have the right idea."

"SHE DOES?!" "I DO?!" Everyone else responded.

"Yeah, I think so… But we'd need something that acted enough like a human mind that the files would be able to interface correctly. It'd help if it was something personally connected to Izuku, as well. If we were still able to communicate with the parts of him that were sent across, that would be perfect… but what…?"

Mei stroked her chin and hummed. "So we need something with a lot of storage,"

"Something that can think like a human," Hana continued.

"Something that Izuku cares about," Added Power Loader.

"And something that can communicate with us…?" Inko concluded.

The group was silent for a moment, before they all pointed a finger in the air and shouted.

"THE LITTLE ROBOT DEKU!"


Principal Nezu, who had a big 'Welcome to Heroics' badge on his chest, happily rubbed his paws together as he watched the student in front of him complete the paperwork. "That's all done, Mr Kuri! I'm always delighted to see a beloved student get the chance to follow their dreams."

His black eyes sparkling in the light, Kuri smiled as wide as he could. For the time being, it was only on a trial period - but as far as the chestnut boy was concerned, he had made it. On Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, he was officially a hero student in class 1B. Or at least, he will be, after internships. Regardless of when it was happening, the important part was that it's actually happening. Kuri was positively gleeful, and he had only retreated into his chestnut shell once that whole day - when he was startled by a particularly aggressive crow.

"This means the world to me, sir" Kuri choked out, wiping a tear away.

"And giving you this opportunity means the world to me. Oh ho ho, how I do love to say dramatic things when afforded the chance!" Nezu chortled, before he was cut off by the ringing of his telephone. With surprising agility, the bearmousepossum kicked the vibrating receiver into the air and caught it between his head and shoulder. Kuri couldn't help noticing it was nowhere near his ear, but he'd seen far stranger things at this school.

"Ahoyhoy! Ah, Maijima, what fortuitous timing, we just finalised the documentation for Mr Kuri." Nezu directed his attention to the student momentarily, "Power Loader extends his regards," before returning to the call. "Hm? Why yes, Deku is all juiced up and raring to go, as the kids say. I'm sure they'll be quite thrilled to hear they're needed! What precisely do you intend to do?"

Nezu rubbed his chin and interjected occasionally as the teacher outlined their plans.

"I see, I see, oh my! Quite ingenious, but also one of the wackiest hare-brained schemes I've ever heard. Of course I'll help! One doesn't always get the opportunity to download a brain into a robot!"

At these words, Kuri spat tea all over the desk.

Passing the boy a handkerchief, Nezu continued. "I must confess I've been doing some tinkering of my own, so yes, Deku's storage capacity has been upgraded quite a substantial amount since the staff took such a shine to them. …Around 3 petabytes." He pulled the phone away from his head as Maijima shouted down it in shock. "I trust that will be enough for your needs? Spectacular! I shall meet with you post-haste. Ah, but…before doing so, would you be so kind as to loop Recovery Girl in on this? I fear not doing so could have…disastrous consequences. For the whole of Japan." He finished on a sombre note, before immediately perking back up again. "Toodles!"


"Absolutely not! That's the most insane idea I've ever heard! It's unethical, dangerous and potentially irreversible!" Recovery Girl, unsurprisingly, did not take kindly to the news. It didn't take long for Maijima to see what Nezu meant by the whole of Japan being in danger of the little old woman.

In the hospital parking lot, Power Loader rubbed his neck and moved the phone away from his ear until the screaming stopped. "Chiyo, Chiyo listen. We have no other choices right now, and the situation could get worse if we delay."

"So, you're pinning all your hopes on an idea concocted by a group of first-year students?! How long have you even been teaching them?! Three months?!" She retorted. In the background of the call, the cry of a baby could be heard. "Now you've done it, you woke up the baby!"

"Don't blame the students, Chiyo. I stand by them, and trust me, they're not stupid. The theory is solid, and they genuinely have his best interests at heart. This isn't just a reckless gamble; they're intelligent , Chiyo. More intelligent than we often give them credit for."

Recovery Girl picked up her cane, walked over to her granddaughter, and tried to soothe her as she continued the conversation. "I'm not questioning your students' capabilities, Higari. My concern lies in the uncharted territory this 'experiment' is venturing into. And before you say anything, yes, this is an experiment. There's nothing we can even compare this to!"

"There's a possibility this could work. Right now a possibility is the best we have. Midoriya's quirk is far more complex than we ever accounted for, and he's scared, Chiyo. He's putting on a brave face, but I can tell." Power Loader sighed, "If anything starts to go wrong, we'll stop the project immediately and try something else. But that's why we need you here. I promise to let you have full authority over if and when we cease operations. The moment anything seems off, step in. Please, Recovery Girl."

"...I don't like this, Higari. I don't like this at all. But… I can see you're all determined to see this through." The sounds of the baby crying dissipated, "I can tell how much you care for your students, and I know you wouldn't put them in harm's way for no reason… So I'll let you do this. However!" she ignored the impassioned thank yous on the other end of the line "However, I'll be there every step of the way, monitoring his vital signs, brain activity and emotional state. And we'll be performing the operation in my laboratory, I'll have the hospital transport the patient and equipment immediately. I hope you know what you're doing, Higari. For his sake." And with that, she hung up the phone.


Less than an hour later, Izuku lay prone on an operating table in Recovery Girl's Laboratory. The small but well-equipped room was filled with various medical devices, monitors and machines. It was a mystery to pretty much everyone but her what most of them actually did. In a corner, a computer terminal sat, connected to the UA network. Power Loader, in surgical scrubs at Recovery Girl's insistence, carefully plugged a usb connection cable to Izuku's still-transformed finger.

On the other side of glass, the rest of the Save Midoriya's Brain Brigade watched with bated breath. It was taking everything in Mei's power not to insist she join them, but opted instead to force Power Loader to read, memorise and recite all the notes she and Yamashita concocted on the car ride over. All 15 pages worth. Yamashita would possibly have been the most nervous person in the room, since she had so much say in this crazy idea, if it weren't for Inko and Hana.

Akari Hana looked like she was about to tremble out of her shoes, and was keeping a tight grip on Inko's hand as they watched through the glass. Nobody was sure who initiated that hand-holding. In fact, Hana was a little surprised at herself by how much she hoped this operation was a success. Izuku had been so nice to her, ever since their first day of school, even though she'd made a complete fool of herself asking him what his green hair could 'do'. She'd meant it as a joke, but realised much later how insensitive it sounded, and since then had struggled to find the right opportunity to apologise. It was just so hard to find the right words, too. Hana could win an olympic gold medal in talking, but sincerity was a little more difficult for her. If… When he gets out of this, she promised she'd say sorry. She promised she'd try to spend a lot more time with him, actually. Izuku was brave, smart, always willing to help others, and…oh. She liked Izuku, didn't she?

Inko felt the hand squeeze a little tighter, and reciprocated. Though Inko gave a reassuring smile towards the girl, Hana's eyes never strayed from the operating table.


"Okay chief, let's get this party started!" Deku relaxed on a smaller table to the right of Izuku, their antenna detached and exposing their hidden usb port. Power Loader gently inserted the other end of the cable into the port, after flipping it over twice. He always struggled with that part.

"We'll be beginning the transfer procedures as soon as Midoriya is ready." Maijima said with a serious tone. Over by Izuku's table, Recovery Girl reluctantly strapped the boy's arms and legs down on the table. A necessary precaution, but not one that made her feel particularly good about herself.

Within his mindscape, Izuku steadied himself. It was now or never. "Alright," he tapped out, "I'm ready. Start the transfer."

Power Loader flicked the switch on the side of Deku's head. Instantly, the LED light in the small robot's eyes dimmed, and they slumped onto the table. Panic filled his eyes as he sought confirmation from Recovery Girl. Fortunately, she nodded.

"Monitors are stable, lifesigns are good. Midoriya, are you still able to communicate?"

For an agonising few seconds, the monitors remained silent. Then, the robotic voice returned. "Yes. Slow. Tired."

"That's okay. Don't push yourself; just relax," reassured Recovery Girl. "I believe the transfer has begun, Higari."

Power Loader took a shallow breath. "Then I suppose we just have to…wait?"


"Ohhh boy, that's a weird feeling." Izuku shut his eyes and reclined in his chair, as if he had just taken a ride on a hundred roller coasters, the sensation felt like all the blood had drained from his head. "I sure hope this works. Although, not a terrible way to go, right? Surrounded by friends and family, everyone doing their best to save you?"

"Not bad at all," Mechanize replied, now taking the form of Inko Midoriya.

Struggling to turn his head, Izuku managed to look at his 'mother.' "Thanks, by the way. For letting my mom be here. Sort of. Heh." He coughed. "Okay, something is definitely happening now..."

In the distance, white cubes emerged from the floor of his mind, diminishing and vanishing. Slowly, the white void gave way to black, encroaching closer and closer toward the pair. When it reached its closest point, Mechanize leaned over and said, "I'll keep the place warm until you get back."

And then Izuku saw nothing.