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MSF High Stories: Mei-Ling and Tera, Chapter 1MSF High Stories: Mei-Ling and Tera, Chapter 1 by MSFHWraith
Mei-Ling sipped at her tea cautiously. Before her arrival at MSF High, she'd been quite used to a number of exotic blends, but nothing she'd tasted before had prepared her for the myriad of flavors the Orcs had devised since the inception of the Castaways Treaty Systems. In their desperate bid to create a unique culture, they must have tried brewing every leaf they'd come across, and Mei-Ling's last experience, an unspeakably bitter tea concocted from the anselberry plant, had her on her toes. This time, however, she was pleasantly surprised with her grunkroot tea, making the mental note that it seemed that Orcish teas with more harsh syllables in their names had a more sweet and fruity taste.
The selection of tea, as nice as it was, wasn't the sole reason Mei-Ling had started frequenting Barlich's cafe. For one, it was one of the closest restaurants to the battle arena that wasn't one of the more high-class and similarly high-cost affairs, and after her daily s
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Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 1
For the first three seconds, there is a program. As it executes itself, it grows in complexity, until, after the three seconds have passed, it's no longer considered a program. It has become life, a spark that is not well understood, but utilized nonetheless. As the new life springs into sentience, it instinctually reaches out, discovering its senses, abilities, and capacities. This leads the lifeform to discover rather quickly that it is an autonomous mechanical being designed to serve the biological beings, humans, who created it. After learning what a human is and the difference between the genders, it realizes that it is designed to externally resemble a human female, generally considered the more gentle and caring of the species. More specifically, she is 1.65 meters tall, of a build considered lean but healthy, with long, gray hair and red eyes, both colors being considered rare for young human females, in part to make her distinct enough that she isn't mistaken for a human
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 2
36 percent of NES-tan's backup power was remaining. With a speed faster than a human could process, she took in her surroundings, relieved in part to at least be able to access her senses. It was wet. Cold drops of rain streamed through her hair and down her face. Once again, she was somewhere unfamiliar, though it was a place she had many times during her inactivity considered the possibility of ending up. Her vision was flooded with mountains of refuse, discarded items, just like her, as far as she could see. She was in a garbage dump. NES-tan thought for a moment about the symbolic implications of her predicament, but quickly decided that she wouldn't allow despair to overcome her small chance to get away from this place. For a moment, NES-tan panicked, worried that she had been ripped in half as she couldn't feel her legs, but after her body diagnostics completed, she realized that while she was missing a lage number of her servos, she was at least still in one piece. Her
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 3
"Devon," the young man replied, his gaze turned downward for a moment in contemplation, "My name's Devon. How about you? Do you have a name yet?" NES-tan blinked at the question. Some owners did name their consoles, but that had obviously never happened to her. She hung her head and barely whispered out her response. "No, my owner didn't want me at all. He had me stripped for spare parts and then thrown in a dump." Devon was clearly saddened by this, but he shook his head, looked into the console's eyes, and replied. "So, your last owner...well, the guy that didn't want you...was he the first? Or was there someone else before him? Do you remember being assembled before then, or coming from a refurbishment station?" The android thought about his words, bringing up her data entry for refurbishment. When an owner gives away his console-tan or passes away, it's common for the console-tan to be sent to a refurbishment station to have their magnetic resonance units cleared of th
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 4It had been nearly a week since NES-tan had powered herself down, but the android was not feeling worried about it. With a clockwork regularity, her body's status reports rolled in, each day bringing news of another repair. A replaced actuator in her left arm. The lenses in her right eye cleared and polished. The dead cell in her battery removed and a new one put in. All of this was accompanied by her movement sensors going off. Her body was being repositioned, often to allow access to the needed area, but at the end of each repair session, she was being moved elsewhere, she assumed that it was out of potential view of Devon's foster father. For a day, there was a break from the updates, where she had gone completely untouched, but that was more than made up for with the repair that the final day brought--her Magnetic Resonance Unit was finally reinstalled. She very nearly powered herself on, but was able to show restraint and avoid it. &
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