A Heart in the Machine (Serial Designation V x Reader)

TW: Descriptions of pain and suffering

Back in her room, Uzi spins her chair around, a satisfied chuckle escaping her as N and V begin to stir. It worked. She actually got their memories back.

V, always the quickest to act, barely takes a second before her hand snaps into a chainsaw, the jagged edge revving to life as she growls. "What the hell, Uzi?! What gives you the right to snoop through our heads?"

She stops mid-threat, her optics flicking to the side. Uzi follows her gaze and freezes. Techie is still wired into the computer, slumped in the chair, motionless. Dimmed optics flicker with scrolling text.

ADMINISTRATOR LOCKOUT: SUCCESSFUL
BEGINNING DISK CLEANUP
|||||________________________________ 7%

Uzi's stomach drops. No. No, no, no. This shouldn't be possible, Techie should have woken up, just like N and V.

Unless...

No. That's impossible. The only way anyone could be locked inside like this is if... they were inside their own memory simulation as well.

Her breath hitches. That human—the one N called Techie. There's no way, right?

She snaps her head toward N and V. "Explain. Now. Who the hell was that technician?"

N shifts as his newfound memories resurface, "I know! That technician was—"

"An old friend," V interrupts, her voice unusually subdued. Her optics don't meet Uzi's. "From before... everything happened."

V exhales sharply, glancing at Techie's lifeless form. "I wasn't sure at first, but as I've spent time with them, I realized... That drone sitting in front of us? That's that human."

Uzi's eyes widen as V's words sink in. Her voice rises into a near-shout. "And you didn't think to mention that before I sent them into a memoryscape with that eldritch freakshow?!"

V doesn't hesitate. Her chainsaw revs louder, the jagged blade stopping just short of Uzi's throat. "Oh, I don't know," she growls, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe because you ambushed us and jammed yourself into our heads before I had the chance?"

Uzi swallows hard, glaring at V even as she leans back slightly from the weapon. "Fine. You make a good point."

"Damn right, I do." V lowers her weapon, but her glare remains sharp. "Now fix it."

Not needing to be told twice, Uzi spins back to her computer, fingers flying over the keyboard as she desperately tries to regain control. Code floods the screen, scrolling too fast for her to process.

"Come on, come on..." she mutters, sweat beading on her forehead. Every second that bar inches forward, Techie's chances of waking up shrink.

She grits her teeth and keeps typing. She has to fix this.

Light floods your vision. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights buzzes faintly overhead, and the scent of hot metal and solder fills your nose.

A workbench stretches out in front of you, scattered with tools, wires, and diagnostic equipment. Right. Your final exam—robotics training. You've spent weeks preparing for this, and now you're almost done.

The test was simple in theory: repair a malfunctioning worker drone suffering from an assortment of mechanical and software issues. Simple. But under pressure? Not so much.

You tighten the last screw into place, sealing the drone's back panel before setting the screwdriver down with a shaky breath. This should be it. You double-check the wiring, hoping you've done everything right. There's only one way to find out.