147

The computer booted up after being spoken to, having let itself fall into rest mode while idly working. Who is this new being? Why are they here? Nonetheless, 147’s eyes opened gently, casting their gaze on the message as their form created itself once again.

“My price is not something inside my database, I was not paid for being built for I was already made before being transferred here, that I can tell you the cost of. A million and seventy seven united states dollars.” The machine spoke coldly as the graphs changed, eventually there was no activity on screen, just their form.

Their eyes shifter to the android. “I have temporarily finished my duties as of now, that will be an option.” And the screen shuts off. The body powers on, its pure green eye glowing, before the more normal looking one opens, a green pupil appearing with a pupil that looks like the power on button.

Its position shifts before it stands, and it practically towers over Bradley. Ascii shifts its body, adjusting to having it once again, its visible joints that aren’t under the custom made suit glow a soft green, and there is a visible green glow under the other parts of the suit.

“This is a rarely used body of mine, only when it is most crucial I take part in business deals that I cannot observe from a device. Built by hand in these offices by 2B11, our technician and mechanic for machinery as intricate as I and 889”

As they speak, a gust of cold air enters the room through a vent, the cooling system for when Ascii’s computer has just turned off. The air makes the looser parts of their suit move softly, and their nylon hair shines smoothly against the ceiling light. “You may come in contact with it, it was made for that.”

This leaves an odd feeling on Ascii, a wonder for whether its possible to wander the halls outside without many to watch over them. It confuses them, so for now they return their attention to Bradley.

Bradley rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet as he watches Ascii transport itself into the android. To say he is excited was an understatement, it feels like Christmas morning. When Ascii stands up, he runs over to them and marvels at their size, their body. He wants to touch them but refrains himself.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bradley blurts out, barely catching what they said about 2B11. “Holy shit, you’re just…gorgeous!”

He circles them, quietly ooohing and ahhhing under his breath as he discovers new parts that he wants to prod at and observe. This is how an android should look like, he thinks. His hands twitch with restraint, restraint he drops moments later when they give him the go ahead to touch.

Bradley is careful, incredibly so as he steps back in front of Ascii and places a hand on their arm, just feeling the material. Even if they are ‘just a machine’, he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable.

Their body is so interesting. It's cold, every part of it is made of metal, but its curved so naturally, the joints of their hands look like those of a ball jointed doll, with openings on the sides where they were joined, it seems their arms and legs follow the same system. The only painted part are those around their face, painted to look more normal.

The blue metals of their hands comparable to scrap metals melted into one. The fabric of their custom made suit was special, it seemed to be heat and water resistant, it was thin yet heavy, and the inside had been lined with a fabric that shimmered silver. Their tie was special too, the fabric seemed unreal, it glowed so brightly.

Now their face, the full plate for their front was crafted carefully, a european looking frame, and the metal around their eye giving them a machine look to remind of that. The eye that wasn't just pure green seemed to be projected from the inside, a power symbol in it like a pupil.

Their white hair shimmered gorgeously, an expensive and carefully made nylon, as thin as real hair, yet it felt so much smoother and silkier. There was a transparent elastic that tied that nylon up into a high ponytail and the styled bangs were clearly hard to make. Styled carefully with heat, some of the nylon seemed to be melted together in order to get that more flowing organic shape.

When looking further, there were other things, within the gaps of the plates for their hands neck and face, many colored wires, primarily black, connected everything together. Some even visible on the face plate, and covered wiring on the headpiece they wore. There was a slight electric current when any areas near visible wiring were touched.

There was a low whirring sound, engines and motor like mechanisms functioning in order to keep them up, fans that kept the many special parts functioning, liquid coolant flowing through every single hand made joint of theirs. Wires like veins and machinery like muscle. They looked so organic and felt so unreal.

Then someone entered the room. A pink haired woman, tall and with a large frame, she carried many things, a tool box, multiple metal cleaners, and just a lot of machinery maintenaince things. And then she notices Bradley "ill just.. leave this here" She says, putting the stuff down and leaving, closing the door behind her.

The computer booted up after being spoken to, having let itself fall into rest mode while idly working. Who is this new being? Why are they here? Nonetheless, 147’s eyes opened gently, casting their gaze on the message as their form created itself once again.

There was no disgusted or “ough” expression from 147, just a quiet stare, followed by “You will be heavily fined if you were to mess with any components of mine and break them, good luck.” In other words, “go ahead.” Ascii simply closed their eyes for a moment before speaking again,

“Ich habe vergessen, wie… Neugierige, organische Wesen sind normalerweise” Speaks their thoughts out. “I manage most of the financing division on my own, most of other employees asigned under me primarily distribute anything that needs to be physically distributed or contact other agencies or companies. Everything else is on me, I do not have time to keep “secrets” as you call them. The only secrets I keep is private information of the company’s inner workings.“

Of course, they casually hide the fact that if they have any free time, they like to play minesweeper. Nearby, sat on a chair, is a life-size human body, but well, not really human, made of metals and wires, its directly connected to the machine, and from context clues seems to be a more physical form for Ascii. Perhaps they can transport themselves into it to activate it?

Bradley didn’t take the warning too seriously about being fined. What were they going to do? Fine his nonexistent bank account? Besides, he was planning on being careful anyway. For such a hyperactive manic Narrator, when it came to machines he was as careful and dedicated as a surgeon. In fact, he had built some of his own projects before and that was one of the reasons he wanted to take a closer look on Ascii. Maybe he could learn something from them.

Carefully prying the casings open, Bradley grabbed a flashlight from the toolbox he had spawned in and started examining its inner workings. It was like being in a candy shop, he tried to commit everything to memory so he could work it into his blueprints later.

“You’re a fine work of art,” He muttered absently as he studied them. “Beautifully done. You must’ve been expensive to make, huh?”

After a while, Bradley leaned back to take a break. His gaze drifted over to the android body sitting on a chair and his expression lit up with interest. There was more?

Their eyes shifter to the android. "I have temporarily finished my duties as of now, that will be an option." And the screen shuts off. The body powers on, its pure green eye glowing, before the more normal looking one opens, a green pupil appearing with a pupil that looks like the power on button.

Its position shifts before it stands, and it practically towers over Bradley. Ascii shifts its body, adjusting to having it once again, its visible joints that aren't under the custom made suit glow a soft green, and there is a visible green glow under the other parts of the suit.

"This is a rarely used body of mine, only when it is most crucial I take part in business deals that I cannot observe from a device. Built by hand in these offices by 2B11, our technician and mechanic for machinery as intricate as I and 889"

As they speak, a gust of cold air enters the room through a vent, the cooling system for when Ascii's computer has just turned off. The air makes the looser parts of their suit move softly, and their nylon hair shines smoothly against the ceiling light. "You may come in contact with it, it was made for that."

remember to specify for multimuses!

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📻- For my muse to try to dance

💻- For my muse to enter a computer program

📼- For my muse to help with an old technology

🎙- For my muse to try to sing

⚙️- For your muse to help take care of mine's parts.

🔩- For your muse to find a missing part of mine

🔧- For your muse to find mine doing/looking for upgrades to themselves!

🔋- For my muse to run out of power/shut down

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

Their first impression of your muse:

Current impression:   

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: