[ The past week feels like it's gone by in a whirlwind; 2B barely remembers arriving in the machine village, though Pascal had graciously welcomed the both of them with open arms. Procuring a new change of clothes hadn't been difficult, as they hadn't been the first pair of defectors to find shelter with the benign machines. 2B is dressed simply in a small, black shift and a pair of thigh high stockings with ankle boots, favoring the wide range of movement that the short hem of the dress provides her. She knows that remaining in the village is almost akin to inviting danger to find both them and their machine allies, and while she's grown accustomed to living in the room provided for the both of them, she knows they have to leave soon.
While 9S is out hunting for parts, 2B is in their room. Their chipsets have been optimized, their weapons maintained, and their inventory restocked. 2B finds herself with a rare moment to herself, sitting upon the edge of her bed as she stares into the relative darkness of their shared room, mulling over their options.
She knows that a discussion is due to take place between herself and 9S, but she hardly knows how to initiate it. Her own Pod has commented on her internal stress levels, but thus far she's dismissed these concerns outright, focusing instead on gathering supplies and keeping 9S safe. While androids technically don't need to sleep, she hasn't rested since their arrival, keeping vigil over 9S while he powers down for the night.
Maybe it's because of their severed connection to the Bunker, but 2B finds herself to be tired. Her system files have become fragmented over the course of the last few days, resulting in inefficient processing and dullness of her sensation receptors. Leaning her temple against the wall, 2B allows her eyes to slide shut. ]
Pod. [ She calls softly, her voice hoarse. ] Initiate defragmentation procedures.
Understood. Initiating maintenance processes.
[ 2B doesn't argue when her Pod begins to perform maintenance to the other functions it can access; 9S is, ultimately, the only one who can strip her down to brass tacks and perform full maintenance to her now that their connection to the Bunker is severed. 2B allows herself to breathe deeply, her eyes shut as her Pod compacts her files, reorganizing their fragments into contiguous spaces.
The process is relatively quick, but 2B doesn't move when it ends. She allows herself to sag against the wall even as she hears 9S footsteps up to their room, his voice reaching her ears as she rests. She opens her eyes slowly to look up at him, her face weary and drawn. ]
... Good call. I'll get more once these outlive their usefulness. [ She says, straightening. ] We should probably move on soon. I don't want to repay Pascal's kindness by getting his village wiped off the map.
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While 9S is out hunting for parts, 2B is in their room. Their chipsets have been optimized, their weapons maintained, and their inventory restocked. 2B finds herself with a rare moment to herself, sitting upon the edge of her bed as she stares into the relative darkness of their shared room, mulling over their options.
She knows that a discussion is due to take place between herself and 9S, but she hardly knows how to initiate it. Her own Pod has commented on her internal stress levels, but thus far she's dismissed these concerns outright, focusing instead on gathering supplies and keeping 9S safe. While androids technically don't need to sleep, she hasn't rested since their arrival, keeping vigil over 9S while he powers down for the night.
Maybe it's because of their severed connection to the Bunker, but 2B finds herself to be tired. Her system files have become fragmented over the course of the last few days, resulting in inefficient processing and dullness of her sensation receptors. Leaning her temple against the wall, 2B allows her eyes to slide shut. ]
Pod. [ She calls softly, her voice hoarse. ] Initiate defragmentation procedures.
Understood. Initiating maintenance processes.
[ 2B doesn't argue when her Pod begins to perform maintenance to the other functions it can access; 9S is, ultimately, the only one who can strip her down to brass tacks and perform full maintenance to her now that their connection to the Bunker is severed. 2B allows herself to breathe deeply, her eyes shut as her Pod compacts her files, reorganizing their fragments into contiguous spaces.
The process is relatively quick, but 2B doesn't move when it ends. She allows herself to sag against the wall even as she hears 9S footsteps up to their room, his voice reaching her ears as she rests. She opens her eyes slowly to look up at him, her face weary and drawn. ]
... Good call. I'll get more once these outlive their usefulness. [ She says, straightening. ] We should probably move on soon. I don't want to repay Pascal's kindness by getting his village wiped off the map.