Owner	Pose
Rose Kolodny	Molly's been quiet. That awful kind of quiet. It doesn't try to pretend its not mad, but when pushed has been professional, polite, painfully so. Now that they're back at the proverbial lair and Bogatyr has no doubt gone down to take care of maintenance or repairs or hell, reloading from its outing the razorgirl's taken the elevator up to the top floor that she's claimed as her 'lair', stripping off the battered combat armor and crawling through a quick shower for the sake of feeling semi-human again.
Lucy	Lucy has gone about the process of settling everything in .She's apparently changed her clothing, getting rid of the blood and holes that resulted from the impromptu rescuse mission. Once all this is done she finds that laptop she has been utilizing and starts taking it apart. The result is that when Molly emerges Lucia is on the bed, a leg folded under her, conencting the rescuedh ard drives to her little computer with a serius expression. Not that she ever looks jovial, of course.
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions collects the carbine to at least carefully wipe blood splatter from it, not endeavoring to take it apart and clean it because well, she doesn't have a robots precision in reassembly. The silver lenses make no pretense about not looking at Lucy, for all that she doesn't voice any inquiry in the short term, the bruises slowly fading from the bullet impacts thanks to the struggling nanites injected into her system.
Lucy	Lucy doesn't comment either. This may be a long and tense silence. Their last fight, after all, lasted over a week. Presently, Lucy has finished connecting the third hard drive and is now. booting up the laptop. Once that is done she takes a deep breath, closes the machine, and sets it on the nightstand, drives stacked beside it. Then Lucy lays back on the bed and spreads her arms. Silence persists.
Rose Kolodny	"You lied to me and placed both of our lives in danger." are the words that Molly chooses to utter at last, low and deceptively even. She might be talking about the weather for the way her attnention shifts towards her work, setting aside the carbine to take up her fletchette, carefully checking the remaining darts in its cartridge before beginning to dismantle it for cleaning.
Lucy	"I was in the middle of explaining when the connection was cut again," Lucy responds quietly. "I put my life in danger, not years... I couldn't be there and retrieve the drives." She doesn't move for now, still spread out across the middle of the bed. Silence follows.
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions picks up the combat armor to toss in Lucy's direction so she can see where the holes are the only remnants of the injuries taken,"Tell me again how my life wasn't in danger." the razorgirl states,"Then tell me why it was necessary for you to be there at all. I saw the blood, Lucy, and I'm aware of how many I didn't kill in the process of getting down there. So don't treat me like you think I'm stupid, because right now I'm just angry enough to let you deal with this on your own if I don't get some answers."
Lucy	"I didn't do that. You were in the middle of a blacksite with alarms going off- and more people on the way. I didn't put you in more danger by sending the wrong drives." Lucy sits up then, opening her eyes again. She turns those blue eyes on Molly and slowly shakes her head. A deep breath follows. "But it was my fault. You're right. I should have told you it was too hot and to get out of there instead of sending you down. I didn't know it was set up like a government blacksite. O-or that..." SHe shakes her head slowly and lcoses her eyes. "I'd rather die than just listen to comms for confirmation of your death because I trapped you in a hole with no way out. So I -found us... I found us a way out. I spoofed a call for reinforcements at the landing site when the drone launched, then..."
Rose Kolodny	"Yes." Molly agree's to the first,"And that, Lucy... is part of what I do. The technology here might be crude, and I underestimated just how effective they might be under the circumstances. But that's the risk I take. Sending the correct drives at least would have meant that if something happened... at least it wasn't in vain. More information and better technology would have made it easier, but well... lessons." She breathes out an exasperated breath,"There's acceptable and unacceptable losses. And I know you intend to argue with me as to which is which, but it boils down to I understand my risk and I choose to undertake it... you die and it makes the risk that I, and Bog, are taking to help you, pointless."
Lucy	"...I was already almost there. I couldn't retrieve the drives if we'd sent them. That's why I sent the other ones. If I had still been out-" Lucy gnaws her bottom lip for a second, lowering her chin toward her chest. "I understood my risk too," Lucy finishes quietly. "I don't want to go back to- sitting in the dark."
Rose Kolodny	"And if you'd bothered to /tell/ me that was your intention, I could have made sure to clear the path for you." Molly points out with agitation,"And I know you feel like you understand your risk.. but you are not /trained/. You are the reason that we are doing this... so you getting yourself killed makes the whole thing pointless." She slams the fletchette's cartridge back into it's slot and then pushes herself to her feet to start pacing in agitation before turning towards her jacket,"I'm going out." she declares, if anything, even more agitated than she had been.
Lucy	"...The radio was out," Lucy responds flatly. Then she walks over to the bed and lays on it facedown, legs splayed, face fully buried in the pillow.
Rose Kolodny	"You were already on the move before then!" Molly points out at volume before she can snatch her words back, voice dropping lower as she snarls,"I understand that you're new technology and you think you're bulletproof and that compensates for everything. But it /doesn't/. And what you did is insulting." she jerks her jacket on and straightens it out with an irritable snap before stalking towards the door.
Lucy	Lucy just stays buried on the bed and doesn't say a word in response.
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions does come back. Eventually. After hours. A great many hours, and probably, a great amount of drinking. At least to judge from the way she totters unsteadily from the elevator towards one of the windows of the office complex, most of an empty whiskey bottle clutched in her hand.
Lucy	Lucy is still sprawled facedown in the center of the bed. It is entirely possible the tiny blonde has been laying there the whle time Molly was gone. The laptop is still sitting nearby, humming but closed. Lucy looks up slightly from the bed when Molly enters but otherwise she doesn't change position.
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions doesn't endeavor to disturb the blonde, or the laptop, but instead goes to sag against the window until she reaches a point where it's comfortable... ish and lets her hands curl into her lap with the bottle. She's either oblivious to the look or ignoring it for the moment in favor of taking another swig from the whiskey.
Lucy	"Processing spy drone data for useful target data," Lucy relates in a voice that is entirely devoid of any emotional context. "Collated data files are excessively large. It will take time to identify next target." A beat. "N omore flying blind."
Rose Kolodny	There's a grunt from Molly,"What difference does it make?" the dismissive question breathed with an airy wave of her hand,"You can take care of it. 'll save me all kinds of time and pain." she's content to stare out the window with her lips pursed.
Lucy	"...I don't understand," Lucy responds a bit blankly. "I- don't..." She shakes her head slowly. "I- can't. Take care of it. How?" A beat. "Are you leaving?" Now the girl is actually sitting up on the bed, turning toward Molly.
Rose Kolodny	There's no immediate answer from Molly, which is probably as good as an 'I've thought about it',"Clearly, you can. I mean... it's not like we spoke beforehand about it or anything." she itches at her temple fuzzily,"Except that's right... we did. Or those guys? And I know what people I kill look like, but let's humor the obsolete anyways. Spare me. That just makes it twice as insulting."
Lucy	"You're wrong," Lucy shakes her head slowly. "I- can kill people. If I have to..." She bites her bottom lip and then takes her deep breath. "But I can't do this. I don't know how. And If Gendou-Ikawa knows I'm coming they can shut me down. OR- destroy the nanites. It isn't hard." There's a pause while she considers this. "I never want to see a person that way again. They aren't supposed to come apart like that..." She actually shudders visibly before laying back into the bed.
Rose Kolodny	There's another grunt from Molly, not like she's at her most reasonable when she's drunk, to start out with, but at least it helps loosen her tongue,"And yet you decided to come in anyways. And you did that... you justify it as acceptable to lie to me because you were almost there already. You shouldn't have /been/ there. And you shouldn't have lied to me. I'm not some piece of gomi for you to stick in a corner and polish, Lucy."
Lucy	"I- it ... I'm..." Lucy pauses, takes a deep breath, and finally screams, "FINE! I'll leave. I-if you want me to -w-w-watch... IF you want met to let you die s-so I can just be alone again. Y-you're probably not real anyway!" It turns to a wordless shout of dismay and raw frustration as Lucy scrambles out of the bed, sheets peeling after her haphazardly. She's always graceful, but... Not now. Finally the sheet simply falls to shreds, as if torn apart by some invisible force, and pieces of it are falling off the girl as she sprints for the door.      "None of you are," Lucy finishes in a whisper as she throws out open the door to storm outside.
Rose Kolodny	"Sit //down//." there's a growl to Molly's tone, low and commanding and followed up with the razorgirl hurling the bottle in the direction of the elevator. Damn but her aim is still pretty good for the amount of alcohol she's probably processing right now. Possibly she doesn't notice the danger of the sheets disintegration, certainly it doesn't seem inclined to stop her from stalking after Lucy to grab at her arm with the intention of shaking her out of aggravation.
Lucy	Lucy was still in the process of storming away. She's very fast, in fact. However... The girl isn't wired. There are things that Molly can do better than she can- and one of them involves physical movement. Similarly, the tiny blonde cyborg may be strong for her size but Molly restrains her easily. The shaking has Lucy twisting and squirming- and rattling around. Her head bounces. That probably isn't very healthy but the nanites no doubt make it something of a non-issue. "Let me go..." One has to assume Lucy would have tools at her disposal if she really wanted free. Instead all ninety pounds of her try laughably to twist away.
Rose Kolodny	"Shut up." Molly growls. Maybe there's a part of her that remembers that if Lucy really wants free there's not a damned thing the razorgirl's going to be able to do about it, but still she hauls with the obvious intention of dragging Lucy back to toss her towards the bed like a recalitrant child,"You want /real/? We can get Bogatyr to hook you up to its systems and run a fucking diagnostic. You don't want to be alone? We all die. All of us. Johnny and the Finn... you, me, and chances are you're going to be alone! So you do /not/... //NOT// fuck over the friends you have while they're here!" she's not good at pulling verbal punches, and less so without sobriety to remind her to try and filter things.
Lucy	Lucy hits the bed, hard. She goes skittering across it like a ragdoll, though she stops short of the wall. Lucy's more than tough enough to brush this off, however, and twists around so that she can face the razorgirl, her blue eyes intent on the companion standing over her. A deep breath is taken. "You're not making sense," the girl responds earnestly. "If you're real why doesn't it make sense? It reminds me- exhausted ... Meetings. Video logs." she shakes herhead hard and growls out a frustrated, "Lack administrative access. Can't confirm..." A beat. "What should I have done?" She's back to mental communication, of course. The transition is nearly seamless but now the emotionless tone has returned.
Rose Kolodny	"Because life is not a fucking stimsim." Molly points out, pushing a hand through her hair and pausing to let vertigo pass her by, listening to the ping-pong of Lucy's words. She's not a psychologist or a decker to be able to decipher them, especially in her current state,"You should have stayed /safe/. The whole reason we are doing this, is for you. Not for me, not for Bogatyr, /you/. For us to help you... for this to work, you need to accept that people have their own talents and work with them, instead of deciding that you know better. Instead of deciding that it's okay to lie to them or stop them from doing their job."
Lucy	"..." Lucy listens to all of this and shakes her head from left to right "So if you are going to die because I can't do my job and give you the correct information then you expect me to listen for your death to be confirmed," Lucy responds quietlly, still in a somewhat dispassionate tone. She closes her eyes and then takes a deep breath. Slowly, carefully. In through the nose, out throught he mouth. Finally she finishes with, "If I let you die then the mission fails. I cannot enter Gendou-Ikawa on equal terms while they possess access codes for my primary systems." A beat follows. "Mission parameters changed. I need you alive. Desire for your wellbeing is of secondary cocnern."
Rose Kolodny	"I wasn't going to die." Molly states flatly,"And I expect you to trust in me to make sure that I don't. There's risk, every time I do a run, Lucy. That's part of what happens. Would it have been easier if I had even half the things I'm used to having? Yes, it would be. And once Bogatyr is finished I am going to ask it for favors that I'm never likely to be able to repay it. But it still comes down let me do my job. I do not need a babysitter. I do not want a babysitter. I'm not /that/ obsolete yet."
Lucy	"..." Lucy just deflate s and topples over onto the bed, almost like ap uppet with its strings cut.She lays all the way back onto it and closes her eyes for a second. Then girl says seriously, "I know." There's a measure of silence then, small fingers curling into the sheet for a moment while stays there, silent. "I was scared." Then she rolls over and bries her head against the pillow again.
Rose Kolodny	Molly Millions settles herself heavily on the bed and reaches out, gentle at least with the way she pets Lucy's back lightly,"I know." she grunts,"Your nanites told you about my injuries. I get that. But they were doing their job. And I was doing mine. Yes. They had me cornered in that office. But that was part of why I took those grenades. I understood the situation and was working my way towards the elevator, Lucy. I'll probably wear out your gift, especially if I can't find a way to overhaul my systems at the physical level.. but understand that I've worked in micro-grav... I've broken my leg, had a lense smashed into my eye... it hurts, and it sure as hell is easier with derms and a full med team on standby... but I'm not going to give up... just because it hurts."
Lucy	"Their radios told me how many people were coming," Lucy responds to that but then she nods very slowly. "I don't think you'll give up. Or break. And... You can't wear the nanites out exactly... I just have to take them back eventually. Then make new ones." Lucy's tone is rather sheepish at that statement. She relaxes visibly when Molly's hand settles on her back. Finally she asks, "If you could go back and save Johnny. Even if it might kill you... Would you do it?"
Rose Kolodny	"I saw the updates. I understood what was coming for me." Molly murmurs, smiling faintly until the question is asked,"Yes." there's not even a moments hesitation there,"But at the same time... he was alone because we thought that danger had passed. Because we had our own lives, and jobs, to do that didn't include me hovering over him every hour of the day. If I had been there, likely the Yakuza would have killed me instead, and while that would be a fair trade, to me.. he wasn't employing me at the time."
Lucy	"...I'm not even really paying you anymore," Lucy responds in a way that almost hints at exasperation without actually emoting it. Seh continues to lay here with her eyes clsed, not even moving save for the faint shift of breath. "You're fired, if I have to." There's a pause before Lucy adds, "You might think it would be a fair trade for you to die for me. I don't. I need you. Alive." Lucy holds her breath for a second and adds, "You're important to me. And if I let you die I'd never forgive myself." A beat. "You were even offering to take care of me. After. Because that is the duty of an employee. To find work- and take care of, t-to..." THere goes the water works finally. Lucy finally sits up and throws her arms around Molly, hugging the woman against her with her usual impressive strength.
Rose Kolodny	"No, you're not." Molly agrees with vague amusement, staying put when Lucy moves to throw her arms around her,"Lucy... honey. I'm over forty. For a razorgirl, that's old. But we've talked about this already. You need to be realistic. I am going to die. I'm not going to roll over and let it happen, but it will happen eventually. This world might not have augmented people like me, but it has plenty of things that don't need to be augmented. I'm already pulling some work in the circuit.. but really. If Bogatyr's happy to have us here... staying here is our best choice. Y'can have a whole floor to yourself. It wants to take us shopping, even, with emphasis on you being expected to buy some luxury items... to help it understand people better, you see? So you've got people, girl. Just, don't make a flatline of me, yeh?"
Lucy	"I didn't put your life into any more danger than it already was," Lucy repeats flatly when Molly asks her not to make a flatline out of her. "Maybe you die soon. Perhaps I will be captured tomorrow and reprogrammed. I want as much time with you as I can get. That is realistic." Lucy takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment before she adds, "No one stays for long. Even shorter factoring in subjective time with the notation that I have a hybridized consciousness. "I can't pay you. You're not working for me anymore," Lucy concludes shortly. "I want to work with you. Because being with you makes me feel safe. And I'm- happy..." The girl bites her bottom lip briefly and slowly shifts her head back so she can look up to meet Molly's eyes. "Other people aren't you. Bog isn't- like us either. You're the only one."
Rose Kolodny	"No, you put yours in danger, and by doing so my attention was split." Molly points out patiently, then grunts,"I still wouldn't let you walk into a place like that, Lucy. That doesn't change anything." she gives Lucy's head a pet and rubs a hand through her hair,"So far. That we've found. You know if I could find someone with the ability to recreate this technology... not only could we be rich, I'd be the mother of the augment revolution." there's a quirk of her lips,"We'll get this handled. I should... go check on the bucket of bolts. First time I came by his chassis had been completely demolished. He's tough... but that don't mean he's invulnerable either."
Lucy	"Yes. We should check on him. Fabricating a new chassis takes time. I do not know if he would tell us if something were amiss." WIth that statement Lucy breathes a soft sigh. SHe keeps her head buried agaisnt Molly's side for now, staying close. "You're the only one," she repeats then, stubbornly. "I don't know what the future holds. Maybe you'll die soon, like you keep saying. And maybe there isn't anyone else. I- will stay out of the next job," she allows then. "As long as the operation is still running."
Rose Kolodny	"It would." Molly says with quiet confidence,"It let me come down while it was rebuilding when I first came to visit. Was busily worrying about whether I needed tea or food while it was in the middle of rebuilding." she can't help but snort a laugh at that. There's a hug from Molly for her,"You're young, Lucy. When I was your age I thought myself.. invulnerable. But when I almost got killed in the arena it was... a wake up call. There's always going to be new technology. Faster, stronger, better than me. And here? Hell, people get old so young and the whole thing just... doesn't make sense. I'm just not going to lie to you about the reality of it. Shit happens, every day. I jumped off the damned iron lady statue out in the water because a purple skinned girl can make transdimensional holes as quick as you can blink, and saw a flying lizard put out a fire. I'm not just playing in a different field, someone's changed the entire damned sim on me and I'm not going to pretend that I'm immortal."
Lucy	"I'm not invulnerable either. The correct weapon could kill me immediately," Lucy admits quietly. Vulnerable, and simultaneously implied to be far tougher than anyone else in her vicinity if nothing else. "No one is. But I'm not sure what you are telling me hat changes anything," Lucy admits after a long moment. "You can potentially live another sixty years and still be healthy and active as you are now and much longer while retired. With available medical treatment..." She pauses and then slowly shakes her head. "But none of this matters." Lucy takes a deep breath and holds it. "We should go out and do something."
Rose Kolodny	"Could.. hopefully will.. odds aren't with me though." Molly grunts as she rises to her feet slowly,"I'm not in a condition to drive. Besides... I was out a little while ago. Killed a guy over in Brooklyn... should probably stay in for a while. If you wanted to go out though... you go ahead. I should... check on Bog, and get some sleep."
Lucy	"Not now. Tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. I should sleep too," Lucy replies simply. "We can go check on Bogatyr together." There is a pause beforre she adds, "If you wish to no longer be intoxicated please let me know."
Rose Kolodny	"Don't you dare. 'mute did that one to Case." Molly grunts sourly as she stretches out, taking her gun from its holster and setting it aside,"Just keep an ear out for its drones." she recommends.
Lucy	"Did what? Blood filtrationis simple, harmless ,and has no permanent repercussions on the body. I've already repaired your liver," Lucy relates, blinking as she does so. She stretches out slowly as well. Languorously, like a cat. Lucy slides off the bed and to her feet with a soft thump. "Ear out for drones," she affirms then. "Let's go." Together.
Lucy	A bandwidth slowdown? In public? No, this will NOT do.     Lucy apears, drawing nearly as much attention as the young woman positioned in the gazebo nearby for an entirely different reason. She's a slender thing, pale skinned with buttercup yellow hair and brilliant cornflower blue eyes that are fetching even from a distance. Tiny and delicate, she dresses in a shortsleeved powder blue blouse with white caps on the sleeves and a white fringe on the v-neck button up collar that reveals skin to her shoulder and leaves the girl otherwise covered. Her pleated skirt is apricot, and she wears long sheer white stockings paired against sensible patent leather flats.     Well. At least the girl color coordinates well. If... Oddly.     Lucy's mind intrudes upon the data stream that is centered on the structure, her footsteps hardly even faltering in the real world as soem fraction of her mind investigates the source of this disturbance. The young woman in the gothci atttire comes into view just as she is mentally finding the source of her quarry. This mental presence would probably be palpable. Like the girl she's sought otu Lucy glows in the data stream, an administrator among an interative series of low access users, unable to truly interact with the world of code that is glittering around them.     In that position Lucia stares. She seems to have no concept of what to say. So for now she does what any sane cyborg would do when their priority access on life is threatened: she grabs bandwidth.
Lucy	In cyberspace Lucy's presence is fargreater than her slight size. While in the real world bright blue eyes are meeting Lolita's darker ones in the net she is already constructing forherself a shunt, a way to ensure that her subsection of the local bandwidth (comprising about forty percent of what Lolita had taken) is protected by anyone who happens to come her way. Unlike the girl in front of her Lucy does not betray any physical sign of her interactions in cyberspace. Just that serious expression and those wide, expressively quiet eyes.     Cute outfit is right. Lucy actually finds herself studying that in more detail, turning the specifics over in her mind a few times whle she conisders what she might say. If there' anything at all to be said, truthfully. So really, the twogirls are watching eachother in much the same way. Silently. One at the steps to a gazebo the other inside.     Given their relative modes of dress passersby probably think there's a convention.
Lucy	Handshake accepted. Lucy splits off a single fragment of her many consciousnesses to investigate what it is the other girl wants while the majority of her mind is now diving into the ifnormation superhighway. Something about hackers in Russia, maybe? Following the lins of a supposed proxy-DDOS assault on a local server... It's not entirely clear what all Lucy is pullign down as she soon shields her activity from ready viewing. The other cyberpresence will simply need to invade.     <Hello,> comes the soft, clinical "voice" of a girl around eighteen years of age with the emotionality of a computer. <You wished to speak to me> Just like that, with no inflection. It is cyberspace. There's no inflection needed here.     In the real world the larger girl starts to smile and the smaller one finally blinks once although she does not. The staredown continues, neither inclined to look away. Lucy smooths her skirt faitnly with her fingertips, slwoly studying her opposite fro mhead to toe as she does. She briefly bites her bottom lip.
Lucy	Lucy's data construct comes across much like a M.C. Escher painting, with data streams traveling in alldifferent directions at all manner of speeds, up and down, sideways and around. The girl in cyberspace looks quite similar to the one in the real world, save that instead of wearing her brightly coloured pretro pastiche of an outfit her form is obscured entirely in light. One would have to guessat what lies beneath. Lucy is part of a data stream.     The girl reaches into one and is 'sucked up" streaming through the ceiling only to pop out of the nonexistent "floor" beside Gothic Lolita and end up standing eside her- and looking up. Height is a thing. Of course, Lucy is mostly a glow of light, with even her facial features mostly lost.     <Bandwidth is of moderate importance. Required for accessing the local world. Query: you took all the bandwidth. Did you need 100%?> It's an odd mixture of machine-style matter-of-fact linguistic parsing and the lilt of an unusual girl who reads too many books.
Lucy	<Affirmative. You are a nanotechnological construct,> Lucia replies with a brief pause. She studies the presence in front of her in that same quiet, relatively emotionless manner. Her "glow" is still as modest as her clothes, a sharp contrast to the taller girl's revealing attire. Lucy pauses here for a long moment, blinking as she does.     <seventy-eight percent of available bandwidth is equal to ninety-two point five percent of effective bandwidth. FPS gamers already quit and demanded their money back but no refunds are allowed. I was unable to access my database. That isn't acceptable.> Lucy is still very- withdrawn, for now. Speaking as carefully and precisely as she can manage. Too precisely, really. The actual gynoid seems to emote more.     Slowly the girl begins to fade back into view, bit by bit. Skirt and all. <Query: what did you need... Seventy-eight percent... of the local bandwidth for? Most activities are suitably performed with less than twenty-five percent.> This is not /quite/ an accusation.
Lucy	<Affirmative. You are a nanotechnological construct,> Lucia replies with a brief pause. She studies the presence in front of her in that same quiet, relatively emotionless manner. Her "glow" is still as modest as her clothes, a sharp contrast to the taller girl's revealing attire. Lucy pauses here for a long moment, blinking as she does.     <seventy-eight percent of available bandwidth is equal to ninety-two point five percent of effective bandwidth. FPS gamers already quit and demanded their money back but no refunds are allowed. I was unable to access my database. That isn't acceptable.> Lucy is still very- withdrawn, for now. Speaking as carefully and precisely as she can manage. Too precisely, really. The actual gynoid seems to emote more.     Slowly the girl begins to fade back into view, bit by bit. Skirt and all. <Query: what did you need... Seventy-eight percent... of the local bandwidth for? Most activities are suitably performed with less than twenty-five percent.> This is not /quite/ an accusation.
Lucy	<Designation: Lucia. Most prefer 'Lucy'.> This is related with some of the same laconic lack of emotion she appears to have been using for everything. The body language isn't really there the way ti is for Lolita.     The girl follows as her opposite moves, blue eyes trackign her movement through the cyberspace. Slowly Lucy is coming into view ocmpletely, skirt and all. There don't seem to be a lot of changes currently but it's obvious she could change whenever she pleases anyway. <...So noted. Transferring bandwidth load from Wi-Fi to 6G. Will allow full Wi-Fi bandwidth for your use.>     Lucy takes a deep breath in the real world but stays quite still.
Lucy	<You may,> Lucia responds simply, the small girl shiting her shoulders again as she does so. Blue eyes continue to study Lolita intensely without even really seeming to move. Lucia does breathe slowly, betraying her organic nature in at least that respect.     Lucy's processor is an elegant and confused thing, givne that it isn't properly rooted into the organics of her self despite being indisputably part of the full being that is "Lucia". The girl cants her head to the left slightly now and then pauses breifly. Silence follows for now. What is there to say? At least to Lucy's mind.
Lucy	<Loli>, Lucia responds, nodding her head slowly as she does. The girl shifts her weight from left to right, her expression one of thoughtful frowns and little else while she considers what she is going to say.     <Query: Age of physical form, chronological age of entity known as 'Lucia', age of current iteration of 'Lucia' as presented today?> It seems that to Lucy this is a serious question. As she is being circled the girl's eyes follow Lolita's movements. She is definitely small. Even for her rather petite height. Yet... Fully formed. Lucy is undeniably an adult under those clothes.
Lucy	Lucia responds flatly (of course she is always flat in affect, it seems), "Would not offer query to distinguish if there were no differences between values." Obviously. Lucia fdrowns for a second and then she purses her lips lightly and gives her head a faint shake.     "Chronological age of Lucia is twenty years, two months, nine days, three hours, twenty-seven minutes," Lucy responds seriously in a slow, even voice that she uses to drag out the response. She shifts her weight slightly from left to right, more body language slowly working its way into her reactions. Bit by bit.
Lucy	<Affirmative.> Lucia's emotionless facade hasn't really cracked. Not unless you happen to bea computer and hyperawaare of how her muscles relax slightly and her facial features go from posed in a nutral position to relaxed though still relatively blank. Blue eyes continue to stare intensely at Loli's features as she stands there. Lucy's data construct folds her hands together at the level of her waist and stands quietly. The processor... Is heavily encrypted. Getting any real idea of what is there beyond what Lucia is transmitting- this obviously stilted simulacrun of her physicla form- will require cracking. <My human affect still approaches one hundred percent.>
Lucy	<...> Lucy does not immediately respond, instead walking slowly toward the dark haired girl sitting in front of her in the real world. The tiny blonde perches on the bench beside the gynoid and studying that smile with careful intensity. <It was not a willing transformation,> the girl acknowledges. <It was? No.. Complex multi-staged procedure. Initial brain hybridization was performed as a medical procedure...> Lucia's voice slowly trails off.
Lucy	<Unknown,> Lucy responds blandly. <Or more appropriately, the original lab has been annihilated and identities of persons related to it who are appropriate targets for further examination of the issue. Have been processing data. Insufficient bandwidth.> Lucy blinks once at that, the only hint of hwat her thoughts on this matter might be. The girl does, however, seem to be somewhat enthralled by the spectacle in front of her. <Complicated subject...>
Lucy	<No qualified technicians. System is self-maintaining and operating at one hundred and twenty-five percent of projected capacity. All processing units are functional,> Lucy replies rather perfunctorily. <Processor is fully functional and within designated parameters.> A stream of diagnostic data follows, with any information hat might help to identify the mechanism of her robotic processors blanked out. It is, however, quite comprehensive. She takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment. <Query: reason for examining laboratory data?> A beat. <The scientists involved in initial procedure are not designated hostile,> she continues, almost sullenly. If that is possible.
Lucy	<Initial brain hybridization treatment was performed as alternative to brain death. Subject 'Lucia' projected to be permanently comatose>, LLucia replies quietly. She drops her gaze to the ground near her feet and stares fixedly downward whiel she listens. The girl fidgets very sligthly, twisting her shoulders. <...Processor is fully functional.>
Lucy	Lucy pauses for a second and then tilts her head slightly, watching as Loli curtises in front of her. She returns the gesture, not quite as deeply, and then she finally adds, <... There was a second procedure,> Lucia observes. <Performed by another team of scientists. The actual doctors involved in performing that procedure are also dead.> There's a second before Lucy admits quietly, <They utilized processor to test viability of organic control of nanotechnological devices via cyberkinetic interaction. That was... Less pleasant.>
Lucy	<One of the researchers disagreed with their humanitarian actions and gave subject Lucia their own administrative access codes. After rewriting her internal programming subject then proceeded to reduce all of the researchers to their usable base materials and destroyed the equipment. Backlash from doing so ressulted in a serious electrical fire incident that then became worse when suppression was attempted by application of water.>     Lucia recounts all of this the way one might share a movie they recently watched. One they don't particularly care for, in fact. For a second the girl's expression shifts to a faint frown but then she slowly shakes her head. Lucy settles for closing her eyes.
Lucy	<Fire department error. They received an anonymous tip erroneously informing them the fire was the result of furnace backdraft,> Lucy replies in that same even, laconic voice. There's ap se then as the girl seems to consider the previous statement made. <Only altered general access codes and allowance of independent function. Primary code was left untouched,> she offers then before shaking her head slowly. <Nanites performed physical aspects of procedure at behest of secondary processor.>
Lucy	<Inaccurate. Subject Lucia is physiologically human with singular augmentation being the introduction of a complex cerebral prosthesis constituting twenty-two point three percent of the subject's brain,> Lucy replies slowly. <Subject also bears two self-replicating nano colonies, technically physically separate, which colonize subject's body and respond to commands from subject via the prosthesis.> With this straightened out Lucy slowly shakes her head and then takes a slow, deep breath. She lcoses her eyes while she considers this for a long moment. <Result is very similar to nanomorphology,> she concludes then. The girl leans forward slightly, her previously perfectp osture slightly marred by how she cants herself. Finally she tkes a deep breath. <Your construction is wholly mechanical. Nanomorphology and...> A pause. <What are you wearing?> Priorities.