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Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nun Too Soon

 Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nun Too Soon

 H-hi everyone!

 My name is Giga Shimmer Aurora Dove Love Ma Cosmic Dreamer, and Im the magical girl thats going to save your sorry asses! Can... can I get an uwu?

 Please?

 --Beatrice Quantum Lovely Bubble Pop Honey Bliss Laser Ranger Smith, during her first livestream, 2040

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 I stared at the part in my right hand, then the one in my left. They had grooves designed to interlock together. I knew this, because I had seven more nearly identical parts, all slotted together, sitting on a table in front of me.

 I pushed the two parts together.

 They didnt fit.

 What the fuck, I muttered as I tried shoving the two parts together with more force. Unfortunately, more enthusiasm didnt do anything.

 These doohickeys all fit along a line that ran from the mechs leg up into a sort of little actuator in the shoulder. The actuator needed recing, which meant that I had to take apart all of the little mps that kept the line in ce.

 It had taken a few hours, and was rather tedious, but Id figured it out and became pretty decent at it by the end. There was some skin missing from my knuckles, but it wasnt all bad.

 Now I just had to put it all back together. The new actuator had fit into ce like it belonged there, and these fiddly bits I was working with were the old ones, they should have fit in well because Id literally taken them out an hour ago.

 That was only if I could get them to click together. I tried again, but the part didnt fit into its opposite. Squinting, I looked at the two, then noticed that they were slightly different. Myalis, whats going on?

 Thats part 256B that youre trying to fit into 257G. They arent meant to be together.

 Theyre all different? I asked.

 Yes. 257B is on the table to your left. 256G is currently linked to 257C. The parts happen to click into ce, though the tolerance is off.

 I did that like, ten minutes ago, I said. You knew!

 I did.

 Then why didnt you tell me? I asked. I was past frustrated by that point, but I figured I owe Myalis at least the chance to exin herself.

 I am very good at running predictions. If I corrected you, you wouldnt have made the mistake. You also wouldnt have learned a lesson. I predict an extremely high likelihood that, moving forward, you will be significantly more attentive aboutbelling and marking out your parts.

 I sighed. She was probably right. Okay, so how do I fix this?

 The parts on the table started to glow as my augs highlighted them. They were each painted in two colours, and it didnt take a genius to figure out that colours went with those they matched to.

 Oh, hey, this ones not fucked, I said as I picked one up.

 A legitimate coincidence. You were going to fit it into the wrong ce, but then you dropped the other wrong side and fitted it into the right one instead. That part has rolled under the mech, by the way.

 I grumbled to myself as I went to look for the part. The mecha was looking... disassembled. Which was actually an improvement. The busted, bent, or otherwise fucked bits were all gone. Now all that was left were missing pieces. For the most part, I was done removing the bad, and was now working to shove in the good.

 It was just taking a lot more work to rece parts than to remove them.

 I was on all fours under the mech when I noticed arge van moving towards our ce. It slowed down, then flew towards the lower floors and out of sight. It was definitely heading towards us, though.

 I shimmied backwards out from under the mech (with the part Id gone down to get) then I returned to the workbench. Hey, we got eyes on that van? I asked. There was basically a bubble around our ce that was more or less free of aerial traffic except for high-flying cars and the asional racers that didnt mind dipping in and out of the area.

 The ground traffic was the same as always, and with the buildings all around getting refurbished there were plenty of construction crews moving through the area. I figured people would be moving back in soon. It didnt make sense to keep arge section of the city empty, especially with so much of the incursion damage being repaired.

 I supposed that building the wall around the city might have slowed down construction, but the need was probably high enough that the distraction didntst.

 The van is a transport owned by the same church that Gomorrah lives at. It was piloted by Franny.

 Oh, I said. Well, that made some sense. I looked over the stuff I hadid out on the table, then at the repair drone hovering nearby. How about you fix these up and then go on and ce them into the mech? I asked the drone.

 It bobbed up and down, which I took to mean yes.

 Youre not going to do the work yourself?

 Hey, I do want to finish all of this sometime in the next year. This parts easy anyway. At least, when I didnt mess up.

 You might be missing out on an important lesson.

 What am I supposed to learn from recing all of those fiddly bits one at a time? I asked, genuinely curious.

 How to deal with tedium?

 Thats what I thought, I muttered. I picked up a rag and started to wipe my hands free of grease and oil. I walked back into the house and found the kittens mostly lounging aroundzily, though Junior currently had Nose in a headlock and was frozen staring at me, her knuckles buried in his hair. Whatd he do? I asked.

 Spat in my cereal, she said before shrugging. It was thest of it.

 I nodded and walked on past, ignoring Noses cries for mercy and help.

 I found Lucy in the bedroom, lying on her back with her legs up against the wall. She was staring at the ceiling with the kind of dull-eyed focus that people had when looking at their augs. She looked up and at me as I came in. Hey. Done with the work?

 Just taking a little break. Gonna head downstairs. I think Gomorrahs stuff has arrived. Figured Id talk to her, see if she needs help.

 Oh, Lucy said. She flopped to the side, then climbed to the edge of the bed.

 Youreing? I asked.

 Nah, you go. I dont want to get roped into helping move boxes. But I will make a cake! Thats what all the old-timey housewives do in the vids when they have new neighbours.

 Well, as long as you dress like one of those old-timey wives, I said.

 Lucy grinned. If thats what you want, I can certainly try. She curtsied, which mostly meant pulling up the edges of her oversized t-shirt until the lower part of her belly was exposed.

 Mhm, I said distractedly. Ah, right, anyway. Ill be back in not too long, I think.

 I got changed into some new casual wear. Cargo pants and a graphic-tee with a pouty Deus Ex on it, then I sshed some water on my face to clean it off before heading to the elevators. They were the only way down, unless I wanted to drive to the parking garage a few floors down, but that just seemed silly.

 I only realized that I wasnt armed when I was three floors down. I felt a small shock of unease at the realisation, but I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I was home, I was probably safe.

 If I wasnt, then it was only a few seconds work to arm myself right back up.

 The door dinged a few more floors down, and I narrowed my eyes against a st of stale, warm air. I hadnt been down to the parking garage in... a while. I was vaguely aware that the mecha cats that we had at home for protection tended to patrol the entire public space in the building, usually while stealthed, but that was the most interaction Id had with this ce.

 It was strangely empty of cars and such. Then again, maybe that wasnt so strange. I took up two floors, and a number of others were vacant. I was pretty sure that no one had really started to fix up the lower areas with the shops and such.

 I found the van parked not too far from the entrance, the Fury resting next to it. Franny was in the back, along with two others that looked... nun-like, even if they were dressed casual. Something about the straight backs and proper postures gave me those vibes.

 Heya girls, wee to the cat house. You need any help with those boxes?

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Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nun Too Soon