F-V-4 looked at the beings in front of her with a hint of disdain at least by the factory's standards, she was very expressive compared to the other homunculi of the facility. She had even been granted a designation beyond her serial number. Eva, the One Who Bears Pride—that was her name, one she carried with the emotion that [The Fabricator] repeatedly told her not to indulge in. She obeyed, of course, for he was the one truly wise in this world.
She sighed as she examined the group of individuals: two females of different species, two males—one clearly mutated—and a semi-mechanical male lifeform. Her task was to answer their questions while tending to their remaining injuries, for it was only sensible not to heal them fully before her creator made his intentions clear.
Approaching slowly, followed by a medical-assistance golem and a mechanical printer, she began her introduction.
"Designation F-V-4; I will be here to provide medical care as well as answer any questions I am permitted to answer," I said without waiting for a reply. Activating a compartment in the golem, I retrieved a specialized scanner for analyzing organic lifeforms, mentally reviewing the medical report drafted by the homunculi who had treated these primitive lifeforms. Then I took another scanner for the semi-mechanical being.
While reviewing the data, one of the males spoke—his expression clearly distrustful.
"So you're the one who's going to answer our questions, and give us medicine?" said the one named Robin before my gaze shifted from the data to them so I could respond.
"Yes. By order of [The Fabricator], I will be accompanying you for the next sixteen cycles, assisting you in adapting to the factory's environment," I replied before my eyes returned to the scanner, which still needed a few more seconds to finish processing. So I continued speaking. "Feel free to ask anything." I finished just as the computer concluded the analysis with an audible ping that all of them heard.
They seemed tense, as if they had never seen technology before. At least that was how she perceived them, which should not have been possible one of their members was mostly artificial, and they wore clothing complex enough in material composition that such ignorance should have been unlikely.
She regretted taking the initiative when [The Fabricator] had left this task open to anyone who had achieved full consciousness. She had only been chosen because she had acted as a Repairer during the war.
Sighing internally, she looked back at the beings in front of her before explaining. "That was the scanner indicating that your biological data has been processed—necessary to determine how to treat you due to the differences between your biology and ours." She finally examined the results; their physiology was mostly similar to theirs, though the DNA was different. The two females radiated different forms of energy—one generated mostly by sub-nuclei in the cells storing UV rays, and the other by a metaphysical energy that [The Fabricator] had warned her not to touch nor store due to its resemblance to the demons of the war. The semi-artificial lifeform was not too different from a vacuum reactor of quantum entanglement undamaged, but with a low energy cell that merely needed to recharge. Infinite energy—they already had that.
Most of the data wouldn't be very useful for improving the species—except perhaps the cellular energy-storage system. Still, she sent all the data; she didn't know what her creator might consider useful.
The other two were not very different. The one acting as leader was composed in the standard form of carbon-based life, aside from a slight increase in nerve receptors and athletic conditioning. Nothing else notable. The green-colored one seemed to be a mutation of the previous subject; though he had no energy source, he appeared to possess high cellular malleability and an ability to create mass using proteins as well as compress mass by burning it into concentrated fat. He likely had some kind of transformation ability. He could be a good addition to the gene collection of [The Palace of Elysium].
She set aside the analysis and pressed a few buttons on the medical golem, waiting a couple of minutes for the repair solution to finish synthesizing. It wouldn't heal them completely, but it would bind everything together so they could recover within days. Normally, cellular-binding spells were used for healing, but those were so specialized to their species that they would likely only work on them. One option was to create a healing spell from the scan data, but that would take nearly as long as simply letting her—or anyone other than her creator heal them manually.
Perhaps creating a general healing spell for most creatures wouldn't be a bad project—something to assign to her designation after these sixteen cycles. She was still thinking about it when she snapped back to explain what she was doing to these imperfect creatures. The semi-mechanical lifeform and the group leader seemed to intuit something about the machine.
"The medical golem is simply producing a medical solution that will help with your injuries; it will take a few minutes," she said as she moved to the other machine to produce inorganic replacement parts for the semi-artificial lifeform. "This other machine is a general printer for spare parts for your mostly inorganic companion," she added, pointing to both the machine and the almost-machine. The female model known as Raven reacted to the word "golem," and the male model Robin did so moments later.
"While the compound is being created, you may begin your questions," she told the group before the leader slowly began speaking, followed by the others, who asked several simple questions—about why her creator was so busy, what The Factory was like, and more contextual or subtle questions about their society, none of which she omitted. Her creator had given her free rein regarding the information she could share except, of course, anything related to the demons of chaos. Only a few questions passed before the compounds were ready and most of the mechanical parts prepared for assembly.
She put on sterile gloves created through simple matter-creation magic before the golem released four compounds: a dark-green one for the Beast Boy model, a lighter one for the Robin model, a colorless one for the Raven model, and a pale-violet one for the Starfire model.
Application was quick, and unlike what the subjects expected, the compound wasn't injected; it was simply applied to the skin at specific points. She confirmed visible healing effects while removing their bandages. Then she proceeded to the semi-artificial lifeform, which opened itself upon receiving certain energy codes in a shifting-spectrum pattern—a sight that visibly alarmed the organic lifeforms and even the semi-artificial one. She put it into standby for a few minutes while she replaced the damaged parts the nanites had been attempting to repair.
The entire process took only a few minutes, including an attempt by the organic beings to stop her, which she neutralized by limiting their movements with inertial control of potential energy—preventing them from harming her or themselves. They only stopped their futile struggle when she reactivated the semi-artificial lifeform.
She shook her head. These lifeforms were strangely stupid. She had just told them she was only here under the directive to repair them and answer their questions; harming them would contradict that purpose.
She wished she hadn't taken this directive; this job would have better suited the more curious or tolerant members of those who had already developed ego not her. She sighed before speaking.
"I hope you have calmed down and rationalized that I was only given the directive to treat you, not to harm you," she said as she stored the few tools used in the repair of the semi-artificial lifeform. It seemed to work only partially—acceptance was visible, but hormone levels and cardiovascular movements still indicated fear.