"Vaaa." Mutters the girl, having awoken upon the chair not moments after Vik finished sealing up the last of the extensive surgical wounds.

The man leans over her half-paralyzed face. "Hey Kid. Welcome back. You're okay. Everything is all in order." He explains gently, wiping the last of the organic juices and fleshy chunks from his ripper hand. "You're on the good drugs kid, I brought you out so you can heal yourself up. Go ahead and go to sleep for eight hours. You can do that can't you?"

She nods in an imbalanced fashion as he watches over her. Studying how her hand seems to paw and swipe at the air for a moment, like someone with an interactive menu, though Vik is aware she hasn't chosen that hud option for her eyes.

Then, her head abruptly plops into the cradle of the chair, and some soft snores resonate out of her.

Vik smiles, leaning back, seemingly satisfied.

With a quiet groan, he stands up and grabs the handles of a trolley sitting beside the chair. The rusted wheels squeak quietly as he trundles it along the floor, jostling the medical tray on its surface. A thin preservative solution flows around on the tray, moving like a small ocean as the momentum of it shifts.

Within this solution, white objects streaked with red bask in the effects of the fluids. A pair of thin, lightly used, clavicles. Two undersized scapula, a sternum and several accompanying ribs.

Assured that Motoko shall not wake, his previous tests with her abilities showed that such was unlikely, Vik moved the trolley up to a seemingly nondescript wall. His eyes flash briefly, and the wall gives way, sliding aside and revealing a hidden darkened interior.

He disappears into it, navigating the murky passage with ease of long use. The trolley is gently pushed until it meets a wall. The door shuts behind him.

With a click of his fingers, dim lights slowly increase their glow until the room is revealed in full.

A small hidden compartment, two of its four walls are lined with medical equipment, silent consoles hold a veritable bouquet of tubes and wires, all leading to the wall opposite the hidden door. Upon this wall is a lattice frame of customizable clamps and fasteners. A small collection of pulsing meaty giblets and sparse bone chips hang, notably arranged in a fragmented approximation of a human body. Several tubes are connected to these meaty hangers, running nutrient rich fluids throughout the biological samples, keeping them alive.

Vik approaches and begins hanging the 'spare' bones from the tray in place, partially filling the outline of a small asian girl. A tag above the frame, in simple script, reads 'Motoko'.

After the tubes have been connected, and the vitae circulates to keep the bone marrow healthy, Vik pauses to observe the collected 'parts'. Muscle tendons down by the lonely ankle bones, numerous samples of flesh, the 'leftovers' after the installation of subdermal armor, many strips of errant muscle.

Overall, dramatically less than even a fifth of a human body.

Vik twitches. On a whim, he reaches forward and brushes his hand across one of the ribs. His eyes soften and he sighs contentedly.

"...I'm gonna be a dad."

Author's notes.

HeheheHEahaEhaEHAEHAehAHEAHAEEHAEHaehaEHAHA!

Man, this is weird. This short, brought to you by the sudden realization that I have no idea what Vik does with the discarded parts. I'm sure they're probably just incinerated, but what if they're not? Is Motoko being Ship of Theseus'd unbeknownst to her, for the 'noble' purpose of giving Vik an actual daughter of his own making?

I HOPE NOT. THAT'D BE REALLY FUCK'N WEIRD.