MilaSilence

Lol, I completely forgot I made these arts.

These hairstyles and accesories are just some examples that came to mind while I was creating this, and they may not necessarily be used for arts or stories later.

And finally, they're as animals.

M as a fox (top left)

S as a marten (bottom left)

R as a raccoon (bottom right)

Abby as a mouse (top right)

Art was somewhat based on other art

Abby +

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That day, S was overjoyed and excited all at once. She finally got full custody of Abby, and she could start living with her permanently. Seriously! Clara, the Kindergarten teacher, also gave her a booklet on how to care for a child (based on human books on the subject, but with drone-like aspects and additions). It turned out to contain a card with motivational stickers for parents. And so, holding the baby's pill in one hand and the book in the other, she entered her room.

However, at a random moment, she stopped for a moment in the middle of the room, making a face as if she were about to jump into the air and make a huge, happy, rainbow arc.- Aaaah! This is really happening! - I think it had just fully sunk in that it was all real.

The first two hours passed quietly on the couch, S was lying on the couch, at first she tried to lean Abby so that the pill was in a vertical position, but since it didn't work, she simply placed it face up towards the ceiling and specifically read this helpful booklet aloud so that Abby would also listen and learn.

Thanks to this reading, they learned more or less that: You must not throw, shake, or treat the UNN like a ball (even if it liked it), you must not leave it unattended for long periods of time, you must not shout at the UNN, there were also pictures showing how to hold the pill correctly (and how not to do it correctly), and much more similar and useful information.

Busy with gathering new information, S didn't pay attention to what Abby was doing. It wasn't anything special, because all she could do was stare straight ahead at the ceiling or perhaps to the sides. So, lying there, Abby first looked up, then to the side, then up again. A few times, out of boredom, she also took short naps (maybe about two minutes), but eventually, she got tired of lying there and started whimpering, rolling on her side, and beeping sadly. Each subsequent beeping became more and more fussy, and eventually, Abby started crying and making digital teardrops on GIFs. her vision recalling their falling.

- EEEE-AAAA! - A loud sound rang out.

The suddenness and proximity of the sound made S almost jump, but she still fell off the couch and onto the floor. After realizing what was happening, she quickly got up, grabbed Abby in both arms, and began pacing the room.

- Oh my, Abby, what's wrong? - S demanded, panicking a bit - Come on, come on, come on, come on, it's okay, don't cry - However, Abby continued to make the same sounds.

S quickly remembered a way to calm herself and began gently rocking Abby from side to side. Apparently, it worked because Abby opened her eyes, though they were still a little teary.

- Oooooh, you see, it's better now - S said - But I still don't know why you started crying. Hmm... - She started thinking aloud - I read in a brochure that human babies cried when they wanted to eat, so maybe you're hungry too. After all, you has a mouth.

Abby looked at her with wide, oval eyes, then blinked.

Stick with her new, brilliant plan, S looked at the brochure again. There were two pictures: the first, of a human child sitting in something resembling a special child's chair with a table in front, and the second, of a human child lying down, holding something resembling a transparent can in her hands. She thought of using the first idea first, but realized in time that she didn't have such a device. So she simply placed Abby on a chair by the table.

She thought, and then she did, so S turned her back on the pillbaby to grab the can of oil. Since she and R and M had reconciled with the Worker Drones and moved into the Worker Drones Shelter, they no longer hunted them, but they still needed the oil to not overheat. However, all three of them noticed that this was happening less and less often than before. But it still happens, so just in case, they got a few small cans of oil so they wouldn't suddenly have the urge to take another member of the household.

It's true that, this oil in the can was less fresh and less warm than the one from the previously lifeless Worker Drone (you could taste the difference), but S could easily get used to it. Besides, she could drink from the can in a more decent way, and she loved adding a colorful straw and drinking through it. But I guess that method isn't good for Abby yet. So she decided she could just dip her finger in the can and hold it under the Abby image.

Just as S took the can and turned back to Abby, Pillbaby began to roll off the edge of the chair. At the last moment, S extended her wing and caught her to keep her from falling to the floor.

- Phew! - S breathed a sigh of relief, though Abby clearly didn't mind the near-fall, as she started making laughing sounds and her eyes widened.

After safely reaching Abby, S scolded her - That wasn't funny - But she still grabbed it and sat down in the chair herself, placing the can of oil on the table - Okay, okay, let's get back to feeding you.She gently dipped her fingrr from right hand in the can of oil and dangled it in the air in front of Abby's screen. Pillbaby watched with interest, wondering what was going on.

- Come on, Abby - S encouraged - Eat this, yummy, yummy.

S watched and waited, but after a long moment of nothing happening, she decided to act and smeared oil over the area where Abby's face was displayed. But still nothing.

- Maybe you're not hungry after all? - S wondered aloud - Oh, nothing - She gently removed the oil from Abby's screen and began licking it off her hand so nothing would go to waste.

(By the way, S doesn't know yet that Worker Drones either charge while sleeping or simply eat the battery.)

Abby first changed her eyes into widened, hollow discs, o o, and then into two charming four-pointed stars, ✦ ✦, and also changed the shape of her mouth from a regular smile to an additional protruding shape resembling a tongue.

S and Abby continued playing until evening. For a while, until Abby had enough, they played with figurines drawn from blue boxes. Later, S looked at the game ideas in the booklet, but they mostly contained "Peek-a-Boo" or silly/funny faces. S didn't want to repeat the "Sleepover" plot, while Abby wasn't very good at it, so she usually just displayed various emoticons on her visor. Abby, on the other hand, reacted to them completely randomly, but always with full enthusiasm.

However, their favorite game of the day was gently rolling Abby – this time, S moved from the sofa to her bed. Rolling left, right, up, and down. Abby squealed with delight, but sometimes preferred to roll herself towards the edge of the bed. So S moved the "sweet potato roll" to the floor.

Abby, taking advantage of the opportunity, began to roll quickly, not at all discouraged by the fact that she occasionally hit something, although S had made sure it didn't happen often. In this rolling manner, Abby rolled under the cabinet.

- Abby?" S asked worriedly as she lost sight of her.

From under the cabinet came a - beep - Then - beep! - Then - beep! - Which turned into another cry.

S dropped to her knees and peered under the cabinet.

- Abby, I can't… I can't reach you… you have to roll out yourself...

Hearing her adopted mother's voice, Abby calmed down the sounds of her crying and began to stammer quietly, clearly afraid to move. S was about to encourage her to slowly roll toward the light when suddenly… SOMETHING appeared next to Abby.

And it was a small metal worm with thin legs and orange light on its antennae. Surprised and a bit curious about the new thing, it began to approach UNN. This only made things worse, as Abby became frightened by the newcomer and began crying again.

- EEE- AAAA! - The sudden cry caused the worm to stop, and it probably frightened itself by the loud noise, as it was nervously moving its antennae.

Seeing the situation, S reacted quickly - Oh no, no, no, no... Abby, calm down... it's just... a worm... I guess... It won't hurt you.

But it didn't help. At least the worm was afraid of Abby's cries, just as she was of him, and stopped moving toward her.

S only now realized that it would be easier to reach Abby from the other side of the cabinet, so she quickly crossed to the other side and pulled Abby from under the cabinet. Meanwhile, the worm had already slithered away in a different direction and mysteriously disappeared just as it had appeared.

When Abby returned to the light, her eyes were full of digital tears and her face quivered in a sad "u u." She nestled into S's chest, still whimpering softly. The Female Disassembly Drone hugged her tightly and stroked her casing.

- And that's why... we don't go under cabinets... never... ever... - S said.

Abby responded with a quiet, trembling beep, as if she knew she'd learned her lesson.

When it was time for bed, S didn't have to ask Abby because her eyes were glued shut. Apparently, the little one hadn't had so many adventures in one day while she stay at Kindergarten. On the one hand, it was wonderful for S that Abby was falling asleep easily at this point, but on the other, it was a bit disappointing because she wanted to try the lullabies she found in the booklet. Well, another time, apparently.

S carefully placed Abby, who wasn't even struggling with the "ZZZ" on her screen, inside the playpen and placed the toys a little further away so they wouldn't disturb her sleep (or wake her with their noise). Then she sat down on the floor, leaning against the playpen rails.

One time on Pinterest I saw a art of Cyn in a frog pijama and decided I would make art Abby in something similar.

Yeah... maybe some of them didn't turn out the best, but here they are: a frog, an axolotl, a panda, a blue tiger (a reference to Derpy), a red shark (a reference to Nimona), a penguin, Pikatchu, a clownfish, and a capybara.

BOBER??

This art is based on art I found on Pinterest, but you can see the differences

It had been three weeks since S officially took over Abby's care, but only a few days since Abby's AI network, from the egg-shaped Untrained Neural Network, was transferred to Infant's body with tiny arms and legs. Thanks to this, she began wearing wig-like hair and various clothes. S was overjoyed to do her hair braided, but Infant also had his weaknesses.

Surprisingly, Abby quickly mastered how to move her new limbs, and although she couldn't quite walk or crawl well yet, she had devised her own ways of getting around – rolling or shuffling her bottom on the floor remained, which now meant she was everywhere.

Now S sat on the floor, leaning against a shelf, looking at her neon-eyed spark. Actually Abby was biting colorful plastic discs instead of simply arranging them. It was as if she wanted to see if each color tasted different. However, about ten minutes earlier, Abby had tried to climb onto a dresser and almost fell, and when S put her in her playpen, Abby had made a mountain of her plushes toys to climb up and escape her prison. At the last second, S caught her before she hit the floor.

S sighed quietly to herself; she hadn't expected it to be such a difficult task. Previously, when Abby woke up at night, petting her, rocking her, or getting into bed with her was enough, but now S needed help falling asleep.

The moment Abby stopped chewing the smallest red disc and started looking around for something else, S received a notification on her screen that her battery was at 27%. She realized that if she didn't go to sleep now, she wouldn't have enough energy to even read a bedtime book by evening.

S got up from the floor and walked over to Abby. Little Worker Drone, seeing the movement out of the corner of her eye, turned to her.

- Up! Up! Up! - She raised her hands, demanding to be picked up.

- Yes, Up - S said, lifting her and smiling despite tiredness - But mom needs to rest a bit, so I'll take you to Auntie M, okay?

- Yeeeeeeeah! Auntie Em! - Abby exclaimed, her eyes turning into happy stars.

- Okay, so that's settled - S replied, ignoring the fact that M would have a million reasons to disagree. But lately, R had been sitting with Abby, trying to teach her something about drawing or the names of colors.

Although the walk between the rooms was short, Abby didn't sit still for even a moment. First, she firmly grabbed her clothes with one hand, and with the other, discreetly tried to reach for S's tail. After failing, she started patting S on the back, supposedly to hurry her up, but hoping it would activate the wings that Mom, Uncle, and Aunt possess. After another failure, she grabbed a lock of S's silver hair and began playing with it, separating it into layers.

After S knocked on the door and it opened, it was immediately obvious that M wasn't happy. She probably knew from the sound of knocked that a cyan bomb was approaching.

- I'm tired, could you keep an eyes on her for a while? Please! - S said

- A while, exactly how long? - M asked, knowing her peace had just ended - And why me? Go ask R.

- R was sitting with her last time, when Clara asked me how I was doing with of care of Abby - Explained S - I'm really, really, really asking you, M. You can take anything you need. Some books, toys, cartoons on CD, just go to my room and get them.

M take a look the member of her former Disassembly Drones unit. There were lines of fatigue visible under her eyes, her hair was rather disheveled, and her ponytail was crooked, clearly indicating it had been hastily tied.

- I can't vouch for her physical or mental damage - M said reluctantly, extending her hands in front of her.

S either pretended not to hear or was too tired to intervene. She unhooked the infant drone from herself, passing it to another hand.

The first thing Abby did was to grab her aunt's hair, wanting to see if it tasted the same as S's or her own.

- Yuck! That's disgusting - Disgusted, M removed the drool-covered strand from Abby's mouth - I hate you so much beastie! - She hissed through her teeth, deliberately trying not to drop the infant to the ground in front of S.

- Thank you, M. Thank you so much - It was a bit strange to hear S's subdued thanks without her typical high-pitched, cheerful tone.

M returned to her room and quickly got Abby out of her arms, placing her on the fold-out couch.

- Okay - She began - Since we're already condemned to each other's company, let's discuss the most important rules.

Meanwhile, Abby was getting ready to roll around on the sofa.

- Firstly - M continued - You don't eat me, you don't irritate me, and you don't do what you always do, or else I'll tape you to the wall.

- Ta-pe? -Just before rolling, Abby looked at M, tilting her head.

-Yes - M replied - No kidding. Secondly, do you have an instruction manual? Although, no, I don't want reading anything. And thirdly, what do you want to do or whatever?

After the words "what do you want to do", Abby lost interest in testing the sofa's resilience. Instead, she reached out and pointed to a box with a screen similar to the one in S's room (yes, M also arranged for a box with screen for her room so she wouldn't have to "borrow" one from S).

M rolled her eyes - Really? Oh, these modern kids, they do nothing but watch the media - She commented aloud - Okay, S said yes, so I'll get something right away. Sit down and don't move - She added, gesturing with her hand that she was keeping an eye on her, and left the room.

It took about two minutes. M didn't bother to think about which animation CD to grab, so she just grabbed the first one she could find. From what she knew, the cover showed some colorful characters that looked like animals - dogs, she guess. She'd seen S put on that cartoon for Abby before.

- I have some colorful mutts - She said as she returned to the room, but she didn't think she'd see anything like this.

Somehow, Abby had gotten to the can of oil, just in case of overheating, that was on the table in front of the sofa. Now she was sitting on the floor with the can open, leaving handprints on the floor.

- Auntie M, look! - Abby boasted, waving her oil-stained hand.

- MY OIL!! - M shouted, probably heard all over Outpost 5.

- I'm paint-ing! It's good? - Abby asked in a somewhat innocent voice.

- No, not good! - M narrowed her eyes, standing right next to the infant - That's what I call wasting - She said - Go ahead, lick it up, quickly.

Abby tilted her head, confused. She hadn't expected the black stuff to be edible. She'd seen a can like that at S's sometimes, but she'd never let her try anything in it.

- What are you staring at? Didn't S teach you how to lick? - M commented - Shit, I can't believe I'm doing this. Look, you stick out your tongue and do this - She demonstrated by licking her hand, somewhat like a cat.

Abby watched her aunt with her cyan eyes wide open, as if a "black sauce = food" update had just been completed in her system.

Encouraged by her aunt's authority, Abby embarked on her mission. With great concentration, she began licking her little hand, smacking her lips loudly.

- Yuck... - She muttered under her breath, but obediently continued.

After Abby finished cleaning herself, M, proud that at least daughter S wouldn't be hungry, turned on a cartoon from a CD she'd grabbed.

Abby was thrilled when she saw what the animation was. She shouted out a word beginning with "B" and then tried to make the same movements as the smaller orange character on the screen.

However, soon after the cartoon's intro ended, something strange started happening to Abby.

- Em... I don't-feel-well - Abby said, her eyes turning into twisted spirals.

Before long, a black goo flew out of Abby's mouth in a single squirt. The same oil she'd before licked from her hands landed on her lavender one-piece clothe.

M stared in astonishment at the infant with vomit all over her clothe. Her screen displayed "No Instructions." She didn't understand how anyone could vomit up oil, much less clean up what had just happened.

Abby also couldn't comprehend what had happened. After two coughs, she looked down at her suit and the large black stain in the middle and began to sob slowly, preparing to cry.

- Ugh! Great! I'll give S's hit as soon as she wakes up - M said, clearly irritated. She then turned off the cartoon so nothing would ring unnecessarily in the room. - So what do I do now? - She asked.

Abby looked at M, not quite understanding what she meant, but after a moment she began straining to reach her back. Only then did M see that there were small rings on the back for opening and closing.

M sighed heavily, and an annoyance symbol appeared on her screen. She would have told her to unbutton it herself, but she suspected she couldn't.

- What kind of idiot would make something like that on the back and not the front?! - She groaned, trying to undo the buttons. She would have liked to rip them open with her claw, but S would have gone crazy.

Finally, she succeeded, and placed Abby's soiled clothes on the dresser to hand them to S so she could do what she wanted with them.

Returning, M decided that this was too much of a good thing for Abby and put in a CD of one of her games.

- Now I'll show you something more interesting than just funny and stupid dogs - She said, sitting on the couch with the console controller in her hands.

Abby didn't respond, just curled up on the couch.

M tore her gaze from the screen and looked at it - Hey, what's wrong with you this time?

Abby had a large sad expression in her eyes, which occasionally interspersed with notifications of snowflake symbol - Ccc-old - She replied miserably.

M sighed again, she could have guessed a bit. She looked around the room, as she didn't have anything in Abby's size, and she didn't feel like going to S's room, and she certainly wouldn't give her her own clothes because the baby might mess them up. Finally, she got up and soon returned with a blanket. M rarely slept in normal bed, she preferring to continue the sleeping style of the good, bad old Disassembly Drones days. So she didn't feel sorry for the blanket.

- Here - She said, throwing the blanket over Abby.

The blanket landed on Abby with a dull thud, completely covering the little Worker Drone. For a moment, only a shapeless mound of fabric was visible on the couch, from which, a second later, Abby's head, her wig slightly ruffled, emerged.

M snorted and settled comfortably on the sofa - Since you're no longer becoming a ice cube I can show you a few things other than what S is showing you.

And so the various explanations of what is what and what it does continued for the next few minutes until a knock sounded at the door.

It had been three weeks since S officially took over care of Abby. The previous day, her AI network had been carried from the Untrained Neural Network version to a small, full-body drone with a head, body, and limbs. Thanks to this, she could now wear wig hair and one-piece clothes. But S was a little sad that she couldn't yet put her on in the adorable pink dress she'd gotten especially for her.

However, that day, S had to go to Kindergarten because the kindergarten tichers wanted to hear how Disassembly Drone was handling the little Worker Drone. Surprisingly, S couldn't take Abby with her (perhaps it was a little test to see what she would do in her absence), so she decided to leave Abby in R's care for the time being, and he agreed.

- All right, Abby - S began, sitting Abby on the bed and propping her up with a pillow to prevent her from falling over - What are we taking to Uncle R's - She asked, grabbing a small backpack.

Abby looked around the room for a moment, but she wasn't about to choose. Instead, she rolled onto her back onto the bed and tried to put her foot in her mouth.

S laughed - Oh, Abby! You're so sweet, but I don't think Worker Drones don't eat themselves.

She walked over to her and straightened her up. A small, cyan-colored irritation symbol appeared on Abby's screen above her neon-cyan eyes. However, it disappeared after a moment, as she had a new idea: to try catch S's tail, which ended in something with an interesting yellow, glowing color.

Luckily, S stopped Abby before she could do it. She grabbed her under the armpits and lifted her up to the height of her visor.

- How many times do I have to tell you not to touch the syringe? You might get hurt. Sure, I can heal you with my saliva, but it's best not to risk it.

Abby looked at her mother, and instead of eyes, a loading symbol appeared on her screen. However, shortly after loading, the n_n emoji appeared. S sighed with a smile, she couldn't stay angry at her little one for long.

Eventually, the backpack contained a white, plush bunny, a beige blanket, and a small box of multicolored chalk. After zipping up the backpack, S grabbed it in her left hand and Abby with her right, and they headed to R's room.

Abby, fascinated by the new perspective, began to kick her legs in her lavender one-piece outfit. Each step S took made her little hands gasp for air, and her neon eyes scanned the walls of the bunker and the passing Worker Drones with intense curiosity. Her new body offered her so many possibilities that her processor could barely process the joy.

After standing at the door to R's room, she knocked. Abby, hearing the sound, tried to replicate it by knocking on S's shoulder.

Soon, the door opened and R appeared. You could call him "the calm one," but that's no surprise. He used to be the leader of the team Disassembly Drones unit, and he had to make sure SD S didn't bring too much old human belongings into the Landing Pod while also reassuring SD M not to throw them away. So he should be able to calmly handle the temporary care of the young worker drone child.

- Thank you so much again, for taking care of her - S said to R, handing him Abby and her backpack - In the backpack are her plush toy, a blanket, and a multicolored chalk.

- Easy, S - R said, taking Abby and her backpack - We'll manage. Right, young one? - He said to Abby.

Abby, feeling the change in the hands holding her, began to play with the collar of R's shirt, and her eyes turned neon cyan stars shape.R smiled slightly - Okay, I'll take that as confirmation.

S smiled, feeling relieved - Allright I'll be going. Be good, Abby! - She said as she left, then headed towards where the Kindergarten was located.R watched S until the door closed with a soft hiss. A sudden silence fell in the room, broken only by the sounds Abby made. Still clinging to his collar, the little one decided to test the strength of the material by tugging on it with her new, small hands.

R placed Abby backpack on the carpet and then sat Abby down next to him. However, seeing that she had fallen from her sitting position, he sat her down again, leaning her back against the sofa. He then sat down cross-legged in front of her - Okay, so do you have an idea what you want to do? - He asked.

However, instead of giving a sensible answer like R expected, Abby started trying to put her foot in her mouth again, drooling a little over her lavender one-piece clothe.

Seeing what Abby was doing, R began to wonder - Hmm... From what I know, you and S often watch something in the old human box with the screen, so maybe you could tell me what's in there?

Abby, hearing about the box with the screen, momentarily froze, her hands holding her raised leg close to her open mouth - Bjui! - She exclaimed after a moment, releasing her leg and raising both hands, while simultaneously looking around, probably searching for the TV.

- Sorry, I don't have a home-cinema here, R explained.- But if you want, you can continue talking about it... - He stammered, trying to remember the strange name - ...Bu... Buji?

The little worker drone laughed, her eyes taking on a cheerful look - Bjui! - She corrected him.Abby then began to wonder how to explain to her uncle about this thing. Finally, she came up with an idea. Instead of her normal oval eyes, she displayed a cyan musical note symbol (🎵), and some music began playing. Abby, proud of her idea, giggled quietly so as not to drown out the melody.

- Oh, so you remember what you watch. You're a clever little thing - R said - If you want, you can show or play other songs that S played for you.

Abby paused the music, but it wasn't long before the sounds of another song began, this time music with lyrics.

- Up, up, up! - Abby began, trying to sing - Dis or moment, yu o eber to glowin, gona gona bi bober!

Bober? - R wondered - I don't really know what you mean, but let's just say this "bober"

The infant drone restored her oval eyes to the visor and giggled loudly, losing her vertical position.

- Again? - R said, correcting her - You need to learn stability or something.

- Bober! Bober! - Abby, completely unconcerned about the comments about stability, repeated, pounding her knees with her fists.

- Okay, so that's it, Bjui, Bober. What else are you watching with S? - Asked R.

Abby turned off the playback again, but this time she had to think longer, as if she had to dig deeper into her memory files and remember what else she'd seen.

- A-a-a-a-a-a! - She began to make a sound that was half scream, half call. She did herself, as she hadn't played the melody or the original version.R blinked twice in surprise.

- Uh... These songs are getting weirder and weirder... Maybe we should move on to something else? - He reached for his backpack - S mentioned something about chalk, and from what I know, it's for drawing. Maybe you're better in this that than sitting.

R pulled out a box of chalk and moved away from the sofa and rug to a more empty part of the floor. - Come on! - He called to Abby, expecting her to move to the designated spot on her own.

The little Worker Drone, seeing him waiting, stretched her arms out in front of her as if thinking she could bring reality closer to her. However, the forceful forward lean caused her entire body to detach from her support on the sofa, and she ended up falling face first onto the rug.

The loud cries of Abby, still lying face down, filled the room. R, a little confused, didn't know what to do, so he walked over to Abby and, grabbing her by the armpits, rolled her onto her back.

- Are you allright? - He asked worriedly - I-I thought you knew, well, how to move - A bead of sweat appeared on the upper left corner of his screen, indicating embarrassment or awkwardness.

Abby's crying neon eyes changed from ;_; to the neon "OUCH" sign with >: next to it.

- Ehm.. So... - R began - Since now that you've calmed down, shall we get back to that chalk? I'll carry you this time.

Abby responded by displaying ^w^ on the screen, making her own babbling sounds.As he said, he did. R sat down on the floor next to the chalk box, leaning Abby against him.

When S finally returned, she was greeted by a laughing Abby and her drawing on the floor of R's room. Abby, proud of herself, began showing her mother each colorful, curved line on the floor and explaining each one: shal - ed, ubl - low, ejs - blu, ki - grin, zuma - oreg, aj - pink.

S started clapping her hands - Congratulations Abby! Although I have no idea what you're talking about.

On my own I redrew the art, colored it and shaded it. But the original art belongs to:

I was inspired by a scene from a these comic