"I like it... It'll fit perfectly until I remember my name." She says with a bit of happiness in her voice.
Ghost, it does suit her for the time being until she can remember the name she was given a long time ago. A lot of people are basically ghosts in the world now too so it's kind of hard to pin point her if she's ever in a bad situation.
"Good. Lay back and let me work on you for a bit please." I respond with a calm and kind tone.
I've not had the chance to be kind with anyone in a long time so at least I can take the chance to practice with her. It'll do me some good in the future.
"O-of course..." She stammers at first before laying back down.
There's no guarantee that I'll be able to fully repair everything that's wrong with her but I can certainly try. I've got some left over parts from other cyborgs that I scrapped but I don't know how well they'll hold up.
Clatter. Clang. Each piece threw across the room could be heard as it echoes off of the walls.
It's not the best for me to be loud when it's getting dark out there but it's frustrating when I can't find what I'm looking for. I never got around to organizing the place properly so things are just thrown around everywhere anyway.
But I crouch by one of the bins near the back, my so-called 'good pile'—digging through servo-motors and joint actuators that might be compatible. The light overhead flickers again, buzzing like it's got something to say. I should fix that. Add it to the list.
Tools are everywhere... some clean, most not. Grease stains the bench and my hands alike, and the smell of burned circuits still lingers from whatever exploded last night. It's a mess, but it's my mess, and I know exactly where to look when something needs fixing. Usually.
I can't believe I still have a lot of these damn tools, yet alone half of the crap I took off these old bots. The fact that my good pile still exists amongst the crap thrown everywhere is baffling.
It took about an hour of sifting through piles of garbage for me to find something usable for ghost but this will definitely do for the time being. I held onto a bucket of parts from different piles scrap I had throughout the shop.
Lots of different parts that I can use to hopefully fix up her limbs so that she can actually walk. "I heard you throwing a lot around... Everything okay..?" Ghost asks with a bit of concern in her voice.
At least her voice box sounds like it's adjusting quite well, just need to get her some fluids so everything functions properly. Don't want her shutting down again after putting all the effort into fixing her.
"Everything is fine, just needed to dig through a bunch of crap to find what I needed." I assure her while sitting down the crate on the small table next to her.
Only if I could use magic, even something as simple as magic would make a difference in fixing shit. But my talent doesn't exist, therefore my ability to use magic doesn't either.
I let my anger subside before closing up her chest, there wasn't much for me to work on when it came to her heart. Everything was functioning properly there but I needed to get some of these joints fixed up.
A few hours of switching out limbs, putting in new joint actuators, and even managing to inject some leftover fluids I found took some time.
I wiped my face without thinking of all the oil and fluids that were on my hands.
Not like it matters since I'm use to getting dirty from working on other projects of mine. I'll just clean myself off later when I'm done running a few more tests on her.
I booted up the computer once more as she laid on the table waiting for me to finish my tests.
Limbs.... Functional.
Fluids.... Present... Functioning as intended.
Heart... Functional...
Memory Core... Functional....
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It baffles me that the memory core is functional but yet she can't remember a damn thing. Those bastards really know how to make shitty quality cores.
"How do you feel ghost?" I ask with a bit of anxiousness in my voice.
I am a bit anxious about if everything works properly since the computer can say it's working right and she could struggle. I've never had the chance to do actual repairs on. Cyborg before but these are my skills.
"I'll test everything now.." she replied with a softness in her voice.
She flexes her fingers first—slow, shaky movements like she's not sure they're really hers. The servos hum softly, smoother than I expected given the state I found her in. I catch myself holding my breath as she moves her arm, testing the range. No sparks, no grinding. Good sign.
Then she shifts her legs, dragging one foot forward like a newborn fawn trying to stand. I brace myself to catch her if something gives out, but she steadies. Barely.
"Take it slow, you have to adjust after the long period without any sort of walking." I advise her while watching patiently.
Her frame is lighter than I thought it would be, but there's strength in the way she moves—too precise, too focused. She stands, unsteady at first, then straighter. Taller. Her eyes flick to mine, glowing faint beneath the grime. There's something in them now... something human.
Damn. I actually got her working. I didn't think I'd be able to with the lack of resources but it was enough somehow.
"I'm actually able to move again... I didn't think it would be possible." She mutters to herself while looking down at her feet.
For a Talentless reject like myself, I'm quite impressed with my crafty repairs on her. It would be great if everyone else could realize how useful I am with these types of things but no.... Talents... Magic... Power... That's all that matters.