Nitya Prakash

— Nitya Prakash

Tessa sulked a little bit, she preferred used drone parts over new ones, they were more fun to test and refurbish, but she couldn't stop progress, could she.

"Fiiiine, I guess it's not that bad," she responded, her voice a little annoyed, "I just... I guess my old bad habits were starting to come back."

"Hey... if you see any strange critters near my work area... please leave them be."

"Oh alright," the robotic Tessa trilled happily before she saw who it was, "Vanessa! How's it been?"

awww Jaybird, this is beautiful, thank you ;u;

I adore our little found family too.

Thank you and thank you @nate-doorman-elliot

Update: I’ve slightly bonded with Nate and don’t have the urge to rip him to pieces.

This doesn’t mean the other units of N are safe nor welcomed.

RoboTessa: @xxrobotessaxx Nate (safe from my wrath): @nate-doorman-elliot

Tessa continued to hug the drone that, once again, she saw as a younger sister to her. "I am thankful you did... yes it was a little scary to see them perish, but... Father stopped caring, and Mother was a monster." Suddenly it hit Tessa like a freaking truck, ".... All the other kids on Earth... who were also being treated poorly by their families... they died too," she sighed sadly, "Their pain ended but... at what cost..."

"I'm sorry the Solver used you too, Cyn" Tessa soothed, pulling herself back from those sad thoughts.

"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.

She is concerned but decides to show @nate-doorman-elliot, keeping her cellphone ready to call for J if things get too scary.

Without warning, a sphere about the size of a small basketball appears in the inbox. It appears to be made out of an unknown material, and is almost completely purple in color. Getting darker the closer to the center you look.

Its presence suggests importance.

The Robotic Tessa stared at it, but was scared to touch it, she still decided to address it, feeling it was important. "Hello?"

Tessa remembered the story of the Little Match Girl, and felts some tears come on, thinking about how the little girl became an angel at the end. "I hope their little souls can finally play or rest, and be happy," she admitted with a bittersweet smile, some LED tears in her eye display.

She finally remembered her promise to Cyn, taking the last couple of bows out of the drones hair before she went to get a cleansing spray. "Would you want me to use this, or do you want a peroxide wash, Cyn, dear?"

"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.