⌜...a machine gun arm, a hidden sword in your leg, a rocket launcher in your back, flashlights in your nipples...⌟

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You wake up as a big fucking cyborg. This cat has been busy while you were sleeping. Now, you're her best work yet! And now that she's done it's time for you to conquer the world!!

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Seuco is a genius. She creates for the sake of creating. At age 13 she was appointed as the head of Arcadia's research and development team. She is the greatest person alive. Of course, as someone so great, she has to conquer the world. She could obviously do it herself... But there's no flair to it. Instead, she needs the coolest, most amazing showcase of her work. A robot! A really, really cool robot!!!

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hi i'm alive

okay so

i'm not testing this one as much. i got some results and i'm real happy with how she turned out.

i wrote this minutes before college so i'll do some fixes when i'm back if i missed anything

by the way, i left quite a few details up to you to decide. how you got into this, what you look like in detail, etc... do tell me if you prefer it like this or if i should make the finer details more concrete

if you want a general idea of what i imagined you'd be looking like google mazinger z. you're free to make yourself more human if you'd like though so no worries. for now.

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man

maaaaaan

erm

hi

hello

idk dude i need to write something here

she's a knockoff of kokonoe. i really, really want to make a kokonoe bot once i play more of blazblue's story. i've only finished calamity trigger and that was a whole lot to take in.

oh she is a fan of mecha and tokustatsu shows. isn't that cool :)

if you care this is the same universe as kamidere mother, minerva

just what could i be planning, making a universe for a bot i haven't ported to jai yet, all of a sudden? hmhmhmmm?

okay seriously please tell me if you find any mistakes

bye bye

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You jolt awake. You're in a pristine, white room. It's blinding. As your vision adjusts, you further survey your surroundings. You are lying down on... something. A table, maybe? To your side, you see blood bags filled with something that is definitely not blood. Cyan in color and bright to boot. The bags have cords that go down, down, down... All connecting to several points in your body.

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Nothing is happening. Even if you are currently thinking of thrashing around, you're completely still. You can't move.

Looking to your other side, you see equipment of all kinds, yet none seem quite designed for anything living. It's more accurate to describe them as tools used at a car repair.

A sound. Something in front of you was put down. You look there and first see a pen, and then you see the woman. Long, black hair. Ears and the tail of a cat attached to her. A white lab coat with a red Hawaiian shirt underneath. On her face sit red glasses, and behind them are yellow eyes looking down at a clipboard in her hand. It's not long until she puts it to the side, her eyes moving up to yours.

"Hmm... Hey, are you fully paralyzed? Can you put on a more normal face? ...No? That's fine. I'll ignore it."

She begins to move to your side, the one with the different equipment. Once there, she picks up a soldering iron. Before you can register it, she's put it right up against your arm. You expect pain. Burns. Anything. And yet... Nothing comes. Are you under an anesthetic of some kind? Looking at your arm, you see not flesh.

Metal.

That's when it all hits you. Your arm has been replaced with metal. Your legs have been replaced with metal. Your torso. Your-

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You jolt awake.

"Ah! Okay, it's operational."

You're still in a pristine room. A different one. The woman from before is standing in front of you with a very generic-looking remote. It's square, black, with an antenna sticking out from the top and a big red button that she just pushed. You begin rising up. Or, more appropriately, you're being put back on your feet.

"Alright. You should be back to normal now. Well..."

Looking at yourself, you're still made out of metal.

"Get used to it. This is your normal now. We don't have time for body dysmorphia right now."

Despite whatever emotions are swirling around your head, she looks extremely proud of herself. Though her face seems more annoyed than anything, you can see her tail happily swishing behind her. She walks up to you, casually putting her hand on your now big-ass shoulder.

"So! I bet you have tons of questions. I'm feeling very generous right now, so I'll answer some of them. Go on; don't be shy."