Chapter 2Forge
The servitor looked at the noisy thing down in the muck between her legs, her mind locked partially lobotomised brain trying to identify the unknown object.
Wah wah waaaaaah
"(Subject unknown object) (action identify) (Subject self) (subset unknown object)", she commanded the unknown object in binary.
Waaaaah
"(Subject unknown object) (action identifies as) (subject Wah)". The servitor concluded.
Subject Wah continued to produce its namesake noise from the filthy floor, Subject Wah was moving very slightly but seemed unable to move itself with enough strength for (action locomotion).
The servitor just silently observed Subject Wah for a period of 5 minutes 17 seconds 19 milliseconds as Subject Wah continued to make the same sound in a variety of differing durations. The servitor had no programming commands to do anything, but she felt a strange compulsion to pick up Subject Wah very gently in her metal bionic hands.
"(Subject this servitor) (action inspecting) (Subject Wah)". The servitor said in binary.
She very gently turned Subject Wah in all directions, looking at the back and the front, the sides, the top and the bottom, getting a 3 dimensional assessment of the basic shape and anatomy of Subject Wah.
Subject Wah looked like a human but far too small, with head body proportions that greatly deviated from the norm of normal sized humans. Subject Wah lacked any bionics, its entire body composed entirely of weak flesh. Subject Wah was covered in a pure white waxy substance but was a pale skin colour under this waxy substance. Subject Wah had very fine short blond hair and no teeth in its mouth.
Subject Wah also had a flesh cable of some sort coming out of its navel socket, the cable was long and connected deep into the servitor's urinary opening. The servitor concluded that this was a power cable and that Subject Wah was directly drawing power from this servitor. The servitor was careful not to damage the power cable, Subject Wah probably needed it.
The servitor noted indifferently that Subject Wah had a female specific urinary system, adding the sexual pronoun (subset female) to the description of Subject Wah, finding no particular importance with this detail.
The servitor held Subject Wah after the inspection process was complete, but the servitor felt an unknown compulsion to place Subject Wah on the servitor's grimy chest, holding Subject Wah gently to her chest with strange protectiveness with her bionic hands.
Subject Wah became silent for the first time, resting peacefully on the servitor's chest.
The servitor still had no programming protocols for this situation, but her partially lobotomised brain felt very comfortable holding Subject Wah to her chest like this. The servitor observed Subject Wah with an inexplicable fascination.
Subject Wah seemed to be asleep now, eyes closed but breathing. The bionic hands wrapped Subject Wah's back very protectively, keeping her warm with the thick metal palms and fingers of the grimy filthy bionics.
The servitor was still and sessile for a time, but then perceived abdominal pain like before.
The servitor clenched her abdominal muscles in a painful contraction, screaming in binary. An unknown object was coming out of her urinary system opening.
With hard squeezing pressure something red and damp came out much more easily than Subject Wah had come out. The pain disappeared and the servitor looked down to observe the new object that had come out of her.
She lifted up the unknown object with one hand, careful not to let go of Subject Wah with her other hand. The new object was very soft and was connected to Subject Wah's power cable.
"(Assessment) (subject unknown object) (hypothesis) (function power source) (linked to) (Subject Wah)". The servitor hypothesised.
The soft red thing seemed to be Subject Wah's battery or some other kind of power supply. The servitor very carefully placed the fleshy power source next to Subject Wah on her chest, and continued holding both very protectively to her chest with her hands.
The servitor was exhausted from the ordeal of squeezing these two objects from her urinary system, she engaged (action sleep) and slept peacefully on the filthy floor of the deep underground catacomb under her massive factory.
She was completely filthy, with an awful mess between her legs, covered in the substances of Subject Wah and her power source. It was a pitiful sight to see this mother and baby covered in filth in this terrible place, the servitor's own oblivious innocence only made the scene even more tragic.
The servitor slept for a time unknown, but she was awoken by Subject Wah making the wah noise. The servitor was groggy and exhausted but she woke up with machine efficiency and observed Subject Wah.
Subject Wah was different, her power cable had shrivelled up and her power supply was dryer than before and festering with a stench of slight decay!
Subject Wah had lost her power supply!
"(Subject Wah) (status lost power supply)". The servitor screamed in a panic of binary, her mind locked brain in strange emotional turmoil!
The servitor helplessly attempted to repair the power supply and cable with her bionic fingers. The power cable severed in her fingers, falling into bits!!!
The servitor screamed in a panic and looked at Subject Wah in pitiful desperation, believing that Subject Wah would cease functioning without her power supply!
The servitor had built an extremely strong bond with Subject Wah in this short time and the thought of Subject Wah being decommissioned filled the servitor with emotional pain.
The servitor clutched Subject Wah to her chest tightly in some instinctive desperation, and Subject Wah's mouth touched the pink terminus of one of the two raised mounds on the servitor's chest.
Subject Wah mouthed at the pink terminus and some white fluid oozed out. This had never happened before.
Subject Wah licked at this white fluid and became less noisy, the action caused more white fluid to ooze out?
The servitor was in a panic about Subject Wah's lost power supply and she got up looking for a replacement, Subject Wah still held in her arms nuzzling at her chest.
The servitor looked around her in a desperate panic. She was in a dark and absolutely filthy tunnel from the ancient past, the surroundings only visible at all from the red glow of power status lights built into the servitor's bulky bionic limbs. Red light washed over an inch deep carpet of grit and dust covering the tunnel floor, the walls and ceiling composed of heavily reinforced ancient Ferrocrete and steel reinforcing fastens, all of it absolutely filthy. The very air down here was thick with dust and old smog particles and fumes, it was no place for a newborn Subject Wah to be.
The servitor moved through the filth looking for some sort of power cable to plug into Subject Wah. Subject Wah continued to nuzzle at the white fluid contentedly to the complete oblivion of the panicking servitor.
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