After the meeting with her new ‘father’, Blaire had been led to whoever’s body she was possessing’s bedroom. The room was dead; All lights were off, and dust had been allowed to settle, and although Blaire had only regained her sensory nerves only a short while ago she could somehow tell the cold in this room was unnatural. The sheer dishevelment of the room intrigued Blaire, as she had the impression that the young Miss of this household hadn’t been gone for too long - that she had only just ran away. At least, that is what her processing cortex - no, her mind had analyzed from the behaviour of the occupants of the house. At most, it had been around three days since she ran away based on her current hunger and dehydration.
Laying the matter aside, Blaire stared at the dark, gray-ish curtains on the far side of the room. Unknowingly, her fists clenched.
“Father…”
The name sparked a hate that was as old as time. Her ‘Father’ had taken a young, dying Blaire into his home - more-so his basement laboratory - and dissected her with little regard for her ability to feel, to sense the slicing of the knives and scalpels as the man cut through limb after limb.
It was a wonder to Blaire that the man saw it as necessary to cut off all her limbs before removing her brain - which was the only thing he’d technically had to do, given the purpose of the procedure. Such was the mind of an overachiever, Blaire had concluded.
She had blinked in and out of consciousness for days, three if she remembered correctly, until she at last stopped feeling pain entirely.
After an unknowable amount of time had passed, her own thoughts phased into focus again, and she opened her eyes. Her first thought was: “It’s cold.”
And it was. There was only metal, where there had been flesh, and while the mad doctor danced around the room in celebration of his insidious ideas finally bearing fruit, Blaire raised her arms and looked at her hands. She somehow knew how they worked. She was connected to them, to this maschine, and information that wasn’t her’s to know infiltrated her mind.
The doctor had found a crate to sit down on to admire his work as it came to life, resting his head on his hand as he placed his elbow on his knee. He looked at Blaire with such admiration - this was his baby, his child. He’d spent his entire life prioritizing nothing else for decades only to see her enter the world. And she would take the world by storm - he was sure of it.
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Even as his head was suddenly separated from his shoulders by a blade he himself had integrated into her body, he was only filled with happiness. For at least it was his own daughter that had killed him.
Either way, now that she was complete, there was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do - so he let go, gratefully.
The next thousand years were a blur to Blaire.
Hazy memories of all the bureaucracy, the evil plots and the technological advancements that were her life before she passed stirred more and more as she entered the lane of her memories, but she suppressed them.
Nothing good could come of them now. She wanted nothing more than to forget them, if she could.
She sighed, and walked slowly over to her bed, sitting down at its edge. She thought back to the meeting.
“Haahhhhh…”
When she had woken up in this place, there had been a slight sense of freedom that had started to fill her bones as she walked through the woods. That had subsequently been ripped out of them when she laid eyes on her darling ‘Lord Father’. There was no mistaking it - He was, at the very least, closely related to the one she referred to as her Creator.
“But, how?”
That was impossible. At least, it should be. Thinking of it, the background-check she’d done of her Creator hadn’t been very thorough. She was just a child, after all, a normal person. A normal person only knows so much about information gathering and stealth work. She’d had the opportunity to delve deeper into it later, but to be frank, she rather felt like just letting the matter go at the time.
After almost dying from god-knows-what, then being turned into an undying metal zombie very much without her consent had made her simply want to forget the whole thing.
And that had been surprisingly easy. It was like her own mind, in time, functioned with the same cold and controlled efficiency of the circuits of her new body. She’d found that in that new, unwanted and unfeeling body, her mind was much more easily controllable than she could remember it ever having been previously- not that she could remember much. When she thought about it, she could only remember…
…Trees? Yes, trees. And… And a creek. And, a mansio-
Pain blasted through her head like a rocket, ripping her focus away from her thoughts and forcing her to grip her head in an attempt to not pass out, ripping at her own hair to try to use pain to cancel out agony.
She failed.
She fell over on her bed, then onto the cold stone floor. Her mind slipped away from her, and she saw no more. How similar it was to when the mad doctor had knocked her unconscious and kidnapped her, all those years ago, would have perhaps frightened her if she wasn’t unresponsive.