[BlueInTheShell]

Surgeon…

The memory of doctors of her own people opening bodies and pulling out various organs and sewing warm, tender flesh made the mechanical woman pause for a moment as Nepha continued her assessment of the doctor in front of her. Each fear-tinged bout of fear gave her a sense of life again. As did every moment of life that faded into a flickering, and then finally…Silence, that had occurred with everyone else she had gotten ahold of on this ship. It was…Rather painful. For Nepha at least. When did she get the same pings and ounces the rest of the people on this ship had? She wanted to have the gut-pains of terror again. Nepha slowly nodded and remained silent for a few seconds, only the light hum of her body echoing around the halls giving Marie any sort of sign that the being was still alive. Operational. Whatever Nepha should have been. Finally, the mechanical began stirred to life again. “Anatomical anomalies. Am I some sort of anomaly?” She asked, finally pushing herself away from the doctor, and beginning to pace in front of her.

While Marie began to prattle and ask away for her cooperation, Nepha lost herself in her own mind, trying to remember something. Anything. Why couldn’t she remember anything other than her name? She couldn’t even remember what she was, let alone whatever she had become, or how it had happened either. Looking down towards metal hands, Nepha turned her head towards Marie in a slow, deliberate movement, “Then get equipment. I have an eternity to figure out this ferrous existence. You do not. Your flesh is weak. Brittle. Time will consume you.” Nepha hummed, slowly adding under her breath, “If I do not end you first, doctor.”

Her strut was regal and purposeful as she made her way towards the X-ray room, her hands gliding across the walls of the ship, and leaving small scars engraved in the metal of the ship where talons streaked across them. Nepha grunted, and the metal talons retracted and smoothed into more human-ish hands, whatever she was made off seeming to obey whatever thoughts in her mind that she had about her metal body. It was half the reason she had a cloak of faces, she supposed. “X-rays…Will they show me what I am?” Nepha asked, before looking down at herself. “I would rather have been cut open to see what is inside. I do not remember if I bleed, or if metal encompasses everything I am. I just…I don’t even know if this is what I was supposed to be in general…What is wrong with me, doctor?” Nepha asked, cocking her head to the side and bringing a hand to her own face.

What was she?