Eva tightened the screw on the side of the rather large box. It was Seven feet long and a foot and a half wide. The red color and chrome plated edges served as decorations, it made a rather strange humming sound. It’s true purpose was well…unknown but only to Eva herself.
As security, right next to Eva was a pistol and 4 magazines, neatly placed next to each other in a smaller box. It was her own creation, necessitating the need for her replicator to create it’s pieces and ammo one-by-one…not an easy task if you ask her.
She was wearing nothing but a tank top, her underwear and her cap, the metallic web on her skin was in full view, along with her prosthetics. While she was free to walk about, she sentenced herself to house arrest as a sign of courtesy (to her at least).
Two whole weeks had passed, since she was ‘spliced’ in here. And…her first three days she’d rather keep to herself, but the days leading up to the present were filled with questions. A lot of questions. She didn’t mind though, except when she was working on her little project and they called her. Those times irritated her to no end.
Eva grabbed a soft, squishy, but definitely metal, object, the object changing shape to that of a pair of tweezers, the screwdriver on her other hand shapeshifting to a metal blob, with Eva setting it down on the table.
Using her free hand, she wore her glasses and carefully adjusted a tiny piece of wire, bit by bit, she moved it to it’s designated area. Quickly, she picked up a pistol shaped object, and pressed on the trigger. A tiny beam of light emanating from the muzzle of the object.
Carefully, she placed the muzzle on the contact point between the wire and it’s contact point. Pulled the trigger, a flash of light and the wire was soldered on properly to the contact point.
Sighing, she set down her tools and stretched her arms, yawning, it had been two days since she last slept. And she had to admit, even with nanites, and etc. a human body will always succumb to the instinct to sleep.
She was expecting someone to knock on her door, seeing as she had been using electricity without stopping for a week straight. Along with the minor explosions and noise of someone punching a wall coming from her room.
Sighing, she sat down on the sofa, sighing in relief as her back met the soft cushion. Thank goodness her room had air conditioning. Otherwise, she’d have slept in the middle of the room naked.
She closed her eyes, hoping to get a quick nap before continuing on her project.