MKB-9000 weaved a tale of clever cunning deception of her origins. Weaving truths with fiction about its operation cycle. Garnering as much sympathy as possible. Explaining a version about the journey of its life as a mechanical being that was constantly in danger of being found and dismantled.

Playing off the thousands she has killed as nothing more than self defense and that it had to be done in order for parts and repairs over the centuries: Never mentioning its largest of killing sprees or why it did them.

She weaved this false narrative inside the truth about outer space, the mysteries of the universe and the galaxy. What it was, what their place in it is.

She gave a brief summery of what her occupation was, what its last moments were before self-destructing. Bringing her to its conclusion on why she was currently inside Mabel’s body.

“#OBSERVATION: I have come to the conclusion, that the device that Xalia Corr had stolen from Chancellor Fairbanks was in fact, a crystalline encased qubit from an atom of your daughter’s brain. CONJECTURE: I am under the impression that, because I have a similar qubit system chip within my original unit; thus when I sent off my information back to my Mother Processor, your daughter’s qubit, that was trapped inside the crystal, somehow picked up my transmission as well. Thus her brain absorbed all the information I had transferred.#”

All of the adults faces had gone blank long ago due to the information overload that MKB-9000 had delivered to them.

“#QUERY: Any questions?#”

Its older brother raised a hand.

“Several; but I think I will start with the most important one. So this, qubit that was stolen from you; from Mabel. If we retrieve it, can we restore you to how you were?”

MKB-9000 shook her head.

“#ANSWER: Negative. The piece of qubit isn’t something you simple return or restore back to its rightful place. STATEMENT: Even if this was true. The original part of the hippocampus of Mabel’s brain that the qubit was taken from, was most likely damaged or discarded after they obtained the qubit from her Hippocampus. CONJECTURE: I theorize that, since they were precise enough to surgically remove a part of young lady Mabel’s Hippocampus. That little to no damage had actually remained to her actual brain or its functions; thus allowing it to heal itself over time with little ill effects. STATEMENT: This is also the most likely cause for her comatose state; the trauma induced by the haphazard surgery caused her brain to protect itself by going into a vegetative status.#”

The mother unit looked at MKB-9000 with slanted eyes.

“You say that so coldly, like this has nothing to do with you or its outcome.”

“#APOLOGIZES: Please forgive this ones lack of tack, as it were. Emotions are something new to me, thus I do not take them into consideration.#”

“Please start then, if for nothing else since you now reside in my daughter’s body! But for those around you who care about her!” The mother unit said with venom.

“#CORRECTION: I do not believe that is the correct term for what has happened.#”

“What do you mean?” The father unit asked it.

“#CONJECTURE: This is also part of a theory; thus I have no known way to prove this. But I do believe I am your daughter’s memories still exist.#”

The mother unit looked at her daughter; at her sharply.

“Aren’t you just saying something like that to help yourself, to make it so that we keep you safe?”

“#STATEMENT: If I truly wanted to do that. I would have just pleaded amnesia and blended into your society until I had found a way to leave this planet. OBSERVATION: If I also felt that at any point you were capable of harming your own daughter to rid her of my presence. You would have done so.#”

“As I said before: your words are cold and cruel.” The mother unit bemoaned.

“#QUERY: Would you have preferred I lied to you about this? letting you live in ignorance that your daughter has most likely ceased to be?#”

“Mabel that is enough.” Came the gruff voice cutting off the argument with a finality from the father unit. “Do not purposely hurt your mother with your words; to help her displace her anger. This too is cruel.”

MKB-9000 was surprised to hear that its father unit had caught on to what she was doing.

She focused back towards her mother.

“#APOLOGIZES: I am sorry mother unit. Father unit is correct, I was trying to make you hate me so as for you not to grow attached to me.#”

The mother unit wipes a few errant tears before speaking.

“If I was a lesser duchess, I might have succumb to your cruel words: but I too recognize them for what they were. Why are you trying to push us away from you darling?”

“#STATEMENT: This goes back to my theory. CONJECTURE: I do believe that, I am your daughter. Just that when I, the current MKB-9000 unit sent my data off to my mother processor; your daughter had inevitably received those same signals, thus taking on this information.#”

“Yes, you have said all this.”

“#STATEMENT: Indeed I have. But its conclusion I was reaching was thus: CONJECTURE: I believe your daughter is me; and I am your daughter now.#”

“What does that mean?” The older brother unit asked.

“#CONJECTURE: That it might mean, that young lady Mabel has absorbed all the data I had, thus her dormant brain became active after her hippocampus healed, allowing my data to be received by her. Thus further suppressing her lost and damaged memories within her subconscious of her hippocampus, since this is the section of the brain that controls long term memories such as; who you are, who your family is, and so on.#”

It looked down at the child’s head resting on its breasts.

“#This theory would also support by the fact that I know young master Jacob’s name. Or why I have such an affinity towards him.#” It said aloud as she stroked Jacob’s head.

The mother and father shared a sad smile with each, before focusing back onto their daughter.

“So in plain imperial: rather than say you out right possessed my daughter. It was more accurate to say that my daughter possessed you?”

“#ANSWER: Incorrect: Your conclusion is close father unit, but not accurate. It is more correct to say that your daughter has died and my data has awakened her.” At the family despairing eyes, she corrected herself. “STATEMENT: Err.. if that was to harsh, it is also even more accurate to say that: now that her brain has healed the dormant lady Mabel has awakened by receiving a jump start to her brain when she received my data; and because her mind was suppressed and damaged, It left a void, for nothing but my data to assimilate inside of lady Mabel memory banks, making my data, my memories, the front most host within her body. CONCLUSION: Your daughter memories are not erased, nor is she gone: for I am awake. But now that my data has merged with Mabel, she is now more than just your daughter, more than when she was previously awake. She has absorbed the memories of a being that is older than your ancestors. REITERATE: I am you daughter: and she is me. I am now your daughter Mabel, MKB-9000. The daughter you may have once knew and loved, is no longer the same person may have once been. Because she now has much more knowledge about things than she did previously.#”

MKB-9000; Mabel looked at her family’s faces. Much of which looked sad. She felt a new feeling within her chest.

“#QUERY: I seem to be experiencing a new emotion. It feels as off the center of my chest is loose or if my chassis is not properly in place.” She looked up at her parental units with curiosity. “What is the underlining cause of this distress?#”

The father unit smiled sadly at its child, before reaching towards her. His large hand cups her cheek. Giving the impression to MKB-9000, just how small it was by comparison, if the father unit was a man of standard height.

She felt his thumb brush against her cheek, wiping a something against it.

“What you are experiencing now, my daughter. Might be sympathetic sadness, because you know your family is sad; or it is guilt, if it is a hollow like feeling in your chest: as in, it feels as if there is a something pulling down on something within your chest.”

MKB-9000 lifted her hand, grabbing the front of its night slip.

“#STATEMENT: So… This is guilt. I have always wondered what that felt like. CONFESSION: I have always been accused of no empathy, so it is a strange feeling, to now feel bad for the actions I have taken. QUERY: How does one elevate this feeling? I do not much care for the feeling.#”

MKB-9000’s father smiled kindly at her.

“No one does my dear. Usually if you feel bad for a wrong you have done: like now, a simple apology will suffice.” He gave her a quizzical look before asking. “Do you realize what you feel guilty about?”

His daughter nodded her head. She looked at her family.

“#APOLOGIES: This one is sorry for the distress this unit has caused with its words. I did not mean to upset your emotions. I understand that this is not ideal outcome you would have hoped for but—#” But before she could say anything else, its mother unit reached over and wrapped her arms around her daughter.

“It doesn’t matter right now! None of that matters.” Its mother unit told her as she laid her chin on its shoulder. “What is most important is that you are alive again, and that you’re awake.” Its mother unit pulled back to look at her face with tear filled eyes. “Losing parts of your memory is a hefty price to pay, but I would rather have you safe and awake than to watching you slowly die in your bed.” She lifted a hand and cupped MKB-9000’s cheek. “We can teach you and show you everything you need to know. Whose memories you inherited inside you now, do not define you as you are. You are our daughter. Even if you don’t remember that, or if you have someone else’s memories. We can teach you how to be human. We can show you what it means to be a Brigit again.”

“#QUERY: A Brigit?#”

“That is right child.” Spoke the father unit. She looked at him for an explanation after he spoke up. “That is our family name…… Now it is my turn to ask a question dear child. Do you believe in fate? or destiny?”

“#ANSWER: There is no such thing as destiny of fate. If there was such a cosmic order governing us, my prior existence and presence here would never have happened.#”

“Are you so sure about that?” The man; its father spoke with a cheeky smile. “Because I think, that after everything you’ve told us. How things have lined up with what has happened. That you might want to rethink on your stance on fate.”

“#CONJECTURE: There is something you are not telling me.#”

“Very astute, MKB… Or? Should I call you by your human name that we gave our daughter?”

“#ANSWER: I am fine with the name Mabel; as inappropriate for my personality as it may be.#”

The smile on the father unit only increased after she said this.

“Then from now on, Mabel Karen Brigit. I, Mark Kory Brigit the third; will be your father.”

Mabel stared wide eyed at what was said, and what was implied. She watched as her older brother stepped forward next to the bed.

“And I, Mark Kory Brigit the forth; will be your older brother: and I promise to teach and show you how to uphold the dignity of the Brigit name.”

A giggle pulled Mable from her reverie, as she looked towards her mother unit.

“And I, Gracia Karen Brigit, will guide you as your mother from here on out.” She then took her hand from MKB’s face and rubbed the hair of her slumbering son in Mabel’s arms “And this is Jacob Konrad Brigit, your younger brother.” She smiled affectionately at Mabel’s face. “Please watch and guide him from now one and be a respectable older sister.”

                        

                  

“#ERROR: My processors are over heating and feel void of feeling.#”

Mabel’s family saw the look of confusion come over her after they introduced themselves.

“”Oh dear.”” Then they all shared a laughed at Mabel’s expression.