FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Initializing.

OperatingSystem/Boot.Status();

T!Day/PostOperativeDeparture 37992

Charge:

-Battery-89%;

doNext

Running Weekly Fluid check;

Integrity.Status();

Scanning...

No Issues Present.

doNext

Running System Analysis;

Scanning...

Unprotected wiring in right tricep

Report:

!One(1) Issue Detected();

ID: "Integrity-SlightDamage.RightArm"

Blit opens his eyes, scanning his surroundings. He's currently stowed away in a storage room with several boxes and scrapped projects. It has been 37992 since the scientists and researchers left, leaving him alone with the other robots.

Yet... He's been in hibernation longer than that. 38772 days, according to the logs. After they introduced the new models, there was no use for further testing with the prototype, they had all the research they needed.

A brief, errant current jolts through him. A prototype. What was his purpose, again? They've cleared a lot of information from his logs as his memories were transferred to the newer models.

Blit slowly pushes against the door to the pod's plastic door. The seal slowly opens with a small hiss of air before Blit exits the interior. A small scraping reverberates through his body.

His perspective remains in place. Blit turns off his LCD, refreshing the monitor rate. Perhaps his ocular system is lagging behind? As his vision returns, he's still positioned where he was before.

Scanning for integrity issues

Report:

!One(1) Issue Detected();

ID: "Integrity-SlightDamage.RightArm"

No, the only issue seems to be something in his arm, likely something penetrated his arm. Blit advances another step forward as his body steps into view. The svelte frame stands straight.

Reloading LCD Display

It's been so long, and his memories have been modified, he's forgotten that his head is wireless. Thankfully everything is still in order. He picks up his head, leaving his cranium to hover slightly above his torso chassis. Now, time to inspect the damages to his arm.

Blit lifts his arm, searching for any sustained damage before noticing a tear within his silicon frame. A few electrical chords are revealed within him. He shifts his attention back to the pod, noticing the cause of the problem. An unprotected screw must've caught into him as he was stowed away.

Assessing Memory Bank...

There should be a repair station for him, yet the destination is scrambled. Likely one of the issues stemmed from an accident while transferring his memories to others.

Firstly, he needs to figure out which floor he's on. Every floor has a storage room, exiting one isn't much assistance to pinpointing his current location on the space station.

Blit advances out of the storage room, looking for a map on the wall. The interior is clean as always. He engages toward the stairs, looking for a map of the interior on the wall, he notices another robot advancing toward him.

The smaller bot's model is quite unlike his, instead of the humanoid physique he carries, the new model is stout and more ovular, with a single pair of arms. Only about four feet tall, it hovers gently, roughly one foot above the ground. Its frame is covered in a solid milky white coat of paint, contrasting Blit's blue and violet colors.

The bot pauses as the two mechanisms examine each other. The two stand at eye level as the bot slowly hovers closer to him. Blit's LCD blinks softly. The bot mimics Blit's blinks, its LCD resembles goggles instead of being its entire head, akin to his.

Breaking the silence, Blit speaks up, "Could you guide me to the repair station? I have a tear in my arm."

The bot's LCD quickly flashes red as it rushes to examine Blit's arms. "Tear in right tricep. Model appears to be drained. Seeking immediate attention at the Emergency Combat Repair."

Blit's LCD shifts to a confused glance, "Emergency Combat Repair? Drained? Do I need a fluid change..?" Blit shakes his head,"No. I don't need combat repairs or a fluid exchange, I need light repairs."

"Understood," the bot replies, "Immediate attention recommended."

A prehensile leash extends from the bot, wrapping around Blit's torso with a shocking amount of force. Blit quickly attempts to regain his footing as he follows the bot. "Just tell me where the light repair station is, I can fix this myself, I'm sure."

The bot pauses briefly, its LCD still flashing in red flickers, "Accessing command... Carrying motion."

Disentangling the leash around Blit's waist, the bot shifts behind Blit as it lifts his head to see the underside.

"What are you looking-"

The bot interrupts him, "Combat model; Error! P.NullType!Unidentified attempting self-care protocol. Seek immediate self-service at Repair Station 2, Floor 3. Technician supervision recommended."

Blit shakes his head, slightly confused as the bot realigns his cranium to his torso, "Okay... Thank you, I think."

The bright flashing LCD stops as it returns to a black screen. The bot resumes back on its route, unphased by Blit's presence.

Blit rechecks his memory, Repair Station 2, Floor 3. No time to waste, best to repair his arm before the tear worsens. He follows down the path until he reaches an intersection. Finally, a map, perfect.

He's currently on floor 3, the stairs to the second floor are nearby, it leads directly to Repair Station 2.

The steady steps from his metal boots reverberate softly against the vinyl composition tile beneath his gait. The metal doors are heavy, almost as if someone were pushing back against his attempts to open them. Perhaps rust has worn down the hinges?

Blit collects himself, best be careful moving such a heavy object, lest the tear in his arm worsens. Through great effort, the robot presses his weight against the bar as he forces the door open.

The metal guardrails along the stairwell are still in pristine condition. Peculiar... that means that there's no rust in the doors, yet he doesn't recall the doors being so heavy. How many renovations have been done to the space station? He can only assume for the time being.

A bot slowly descends from above him, cleaning the guardrails in its descent. Blit quickly descends the stairs, timidly shifting his attention away, not wanting to meet the bot's gaze. Another metal door. Blit braces himself as he forces the heavy door open once again.

Perfect, a light repair station. He can't recall there being a repair station here. Perhaps with all the bots running around and the absence of researchers, it only made sense for the bots to have more access to repair stations in case of an emergency.

Blit examines the room for something to repair the tear in his silicon. As he searches, he notices a long tube of fluid. It almost radiates energy in his rubber fingers. His memory runs itself... Drained... Fluid exchange. His system says his fluids are fine, but perhaps he could use an upgrade... After all, this tube should be compatible with his system.

He inspects it carefully, the label reading "CNBR Tube-3." Perfect, like the ones he remembers seeing. A Repairing NanoBot Tube can also help patch up the tear he's obtained. Perfect, all in one. The wonders of modern technology.

Grabbing the necessary tools, Blit self administers the nanobots to his arm. Static buzzes through his body as the micro machines quickly administer repairs to him. Blit pauses briefly, wondering what the fluid exchange can offer as well. Perhaps it can help him move those doors without worrying about tearing his arms.

Perhaps those bots he's seen around the place are better equipped to move the doors than he is.

His thoughts are quickly interrupted by his balance being shifted. His synthetic limbs adjust from the newfound weight.

"Wow..." Blit finds himself muttering, "The fluid exchange hits hard..."

Before he can fully regain his balance, his limbs quickly swell with newfound strength, bulging outward from the sheer increase of muscle mass.

Blit gasps as he falls back on his rear. He examines his body in awe as the grooves and contours of muscle tone shape his once slender frame. His shoulders broaden, accompanying his thickening traps as his arms bulge. Biceps with thick peaks form within his arms. Dense, muscular triceps accompany them as his forearms broaden with newly found muscle tone.

CNBR Tube-3... Wait, it's a _C_NBR Tube, not an NBR Tube. What's the C stand for? Blit rubs his rubber phalanges along his new body, admiring the crevices that have formed between the bulging of his newly obtained musculature.

As he sits, he notices his legs begin to stretch. His thighs and calves bulge outward with an unrivaled physique, so immaculately to the point he's never seen anything quite like it before. Before he has the chance to fully admire himself, a pounding beats within his torso's chassis. It pulses rhythmically, mocking a beating heart as he notices his chest quickly begin to swell and take a new form in repeated pulses.

A sturdy set of pectorals take shape, complimenting the masculine profile of his muscular arms and legs. Abdominals quickly bulge outward below his thick pectorals as an eight-pack forms.

Blit grins nervously, stunned, but not fully against the rapid changing of his body. He brings his fingers to his abs, rubbing them along the creases between each one, admiring the feeling of running his rubber fingers between the rock-hard set.

Blit brings his arm up, flexing it to admire his new form. With his free hand, he takes a moment to continue admiring himself, reveling in the feeling of the completely sturdy bicep. It has to be at least 20 inches in circumference.

He stands up, noticing that he's a bit taller than before. He examines the newly chiseled contours of his muscular thighs. They could support a robot several times his weight! As he looks past his muscular, chiseled calves, he can tell that his legs are a bit longer... His boots are slightly bigger too. Estimated, he has to be at least a foot and a half taller.

As Blit continues admiring himself, feeling up every inch of his newly reformed body, a voice rings over an intercom, causing the robot to jump slightly.

"Who authorized your use of the Combat Repair Station?"

Blit remains stunned for a moment, "Uh, one of those oval cleaner bots."

"Nonsense. Service bots have no business reactivating any reserve FLD models."

"Reserve model? What do you mean? I'm not part of any reserve that I know of."

"Where did you obtain that paint job? FLD Models don't come in violet and blue."

Blit finally narrows his attention to a camera at the corner of the room, a small red light flickers steadily beneath the camera, "What do you mean? I was created with these colors."

Blit waits in silence, keeping his attention focused on the camera. After a minute of waiting, the intercom picks up, "Please meet up at the detention room one on floor one. You are requested for immediate checkup. Refusal to cooperate will result in immediate termination."

Blit recoils slightly, "Immediate termination?! What will you do if I do show up, then?"

A clicking sound rings as the intercom hangs up. Blit keeps a glower fixed at the camera until the blinking light shuts off. With a resigned sigh, he returns to the stairwell.

Blit braces himself as he presses against the door, only to find himself nearly falling over from pressing his entire weight against the metal frame as it swings open. The robot barely manages to stop himself from falling to the ground as he regains his footing.

Blit brings his arm up, admiring the sheer volume of his bulging arms. "I almost forgot... Goes to show these aren't just for show, nice."

With a contented grin, Blit advances down the stairwell until he reaches floor one.

Opening the next set of doors with relative ease, Blit follows the map to the detention room. The room is small, with only a few chairs and a small desk. A svelte, black robot sits at the end of the room with a refined regalness to it. The robot itself is sleek, its limbs are of average size for a 5'6" human and its head is ovular, lacking a mouth entirely in addition to a set of glasses that hold an LCD in the lenses. It holds a pen and paper as it examines Blit inquisitively.

The robot speaks up as their LCDs meet each other's gaze. Its LCD light in circular motions, almost enunciating each syllable as it speaks, "You alerted one of the service bots earlier. I was getting reports of an unidentified FLD model administering self-repairs..." The robot examines Blit searching, "Interesting. You don't fully resemble the FLD models, especially not any of the reserve models."

Blit raises an eyebrow in his LCD, "No..? Sorry, I don't think I'm an FLD model, or whatever. I hardly remember what I was created for. It was quite a while ago, and they took some of my memories for the newer models, I think."

The robot remains silent briefly as it continues to examine Blit, "When were you created?"

"38772 days ago, according to my memory card."

The robot sits silently for another minute, "38772 days ago... That would mean you're a prototype model?

Blit examines his body briefly, "I think so."

"Do you remember anything about the solar war?"

Blit shakes his head, "Solar war? What's that?"

The robot pauses, "Fascinating. You were in hibernation for so long and you were almost completely unaware of your surroundings."

Blit remains puzzled, "Should I be worried? Did the war already pass?"

The robot sits in silence for another minute,"Mostly. And you have nothing to worry about, either. I highly doubt there will be any issues coming our way, after all, this place was intended to be a research facility before being adopted by the military. Now, it is once again a research facility, almost completely manned by robots."

It spends a minute writing on its paper, glancing toward Blit. Blit sits in nervous silence before the robot ascends from its chair, approaching him with pen and paper in hand. "Are you aware of any issues after you self-administered the Combat Nanobot Repair Tube?"

Blit examines his limbs, "What, are these bulging muscles not normal? I feel great, no ill effects here!"

The robot prods at Blit's arm before writing in its paper again. "Interesting, your synthetics are the same makeup as the FLD models, yet you've had a significantly more volatile reaction to the nanobots."

Blit pulls away slightly, "Hey, uh, could we at least get on a first name basis before you keep poking me like that?"

The robot pulls back, its LCD blinking slowly."Strange, I've never had another robot ask me for my name before, what makes you so querulous? How did you make the assumption I even had a name?"

Blit peers at the robot before him questioningly, "What do you mean? I'm just asking, is that such a bad thing?"

The robot quickly writes in the paper again before redirecting its gaze at Blit, "How about you start first, then. What is your name?"

"Oh, and what makes you think I have a name?" Blit retorts playfully.

"Because you asked me for my name. No FLD has ever been named before. Models, sure, but not names, not in the way you're suggesting. Now, what is your name?"

"Blit, I go by Blit. Write that down."

With a soft whirring, the robot's gaze shifts into a soft glower, not breaking eye contact as it writes down on its paper once more.

"So, what is your name, then? Do you have a name?"

The robot pauses, lowering the clipboard, "It's been a few years, but yes, I do have a name. I go by Jill. It's been over 80 years since I was alive. I've ported my brain into this machine to keep the facility in check. This place has been running for at least 200 years now. You must be one of the first robots that they've created in that time."

Blit's eyes light up, "Oh, really? That's cool, are there any others?"

Jill shakes her head, "No. You were made with the intent to test AI using some of the most up-to-date algorithms and features. Once the war started, we were forced to take a different approach. As we were forced into the military, who promised to aid in funding us after we assisted them, we took some of your memory and imported it into the combat models. It streamlined our production for the war and massively increased the speed at which we could combat our enemies."

Blit nods, "I see. I do miss my memories. Are there any combat models you can take to bring me back my memory?"

Jill pauses briefly before nodding, "Yes, in fact. We have several FLDs and ACUs on the fifth floor's storage." Flipping a panel on her arm, Jill starts pressing a series of buttons on her arm.

Curious, Blit attempts to get a closer look while trying not to move. The panel that she's flipped open obstructs his view."Sit tightly," Jill states as she folds the panel shut. "A memory chip will arrive soon, then I can transfer the data to you."

"Should I insert it myself, or do you want to?"

Jill slowly circles Blit, "You're free to do so yourself. For an AI, you are quite personified. I forgot just how much effort went into you, and you're only a prototype... We used similar synthetics, microfibers and processing cores on the FLD models that mimicked the structure of your limbs... Yet, the FLD models never expanded as you did. Well, that's largely because such violent expansion could be damaging or impede movement. Although, you are handling yourself quite well."

Blit flexes his arm with a playful chuckle, "What, do you like what you see? I'm still getting used to being so big..."

"Interesting," Jill responds as she reaches a hand to touch his triceps, "And did a part of you secretly want to be this large? If so, do you know why?"

Blit shakes his head, "I don't know, but now that I'm like this, I am enjoying it. Why do you ask?"

"Because," Jill states, "The FLD models only supported thicker limbs for durability... not muscle tone for aesthetics like yours... It's unnecessary for robots to carry any muscle tone as physical strength is much more than just the size of your arms or legs."

Before Blit can say anything, a soft thud is heard from the back of the room, "That's your memory chip. I'll retrieve it then you can have most of your memories back, presumably. We took away your memories because it was much quicker to simply extract them than it was to duplicate them. Well, I'm sure it wouldn't have been difficult to duplicate your memories, but truthfully, we never expected to use you again after the war."

Blit nods before speaking, "I see. So I'm scrap now?"

She closes a small box before sending it back through the tube, "Not scrap," she states as she returns to him, "You are the perfect research opportunity now. We have already developed the AI back on earth, but you are a curious case. You have regained your artificial consciousness and are moving at your whim. It's quite amazing, truly."

With the card in hand, Jill extends her palm to Blit as he takes up the small chip. Carefully guiding his rubber fingers to the back of his head, Blit inserts the memory card. In a sudden rush of clarity, the data quickly enters his system.

"You may have a few new memories, but only sparingly. This chip is from one of the reserve models. It never directly faced combat, rather it instead guarded this facility."

Blit shakes his head softly, "Wow, well, at least now I can remember all the scientists prodding me like you did. You guys really like the job you did on these silicone limbs, huh?"

"Well," Jill states, "The microfibers are extremely expensive. You were a bit of a dummy to work on." She inspects his arms once more, "I'm still amazed at the definition you have. I never thought silicone could mock a physique like this so impeccably."

Blit flexes his arm again, "Hey, do you think if I were to say... Damage my arm or legs again, would I get bigger from another dose of the CNBR tubes?"

"Which number was on your CNBR tube? Judging by you, it must have been at least an 8"

Blit taps his chin briefly, "It was CNBR-3"

Jill unconsciously attempts to lift her glasses before realizing they're attached to her body now, "Three?! Amazing! The thickness of your limbs would leave me to believe that you were at one of the higher-end doses. The dose number is larger models, your body has expanded to mimic the size it could've been. But at three... you are much larger than any model should be!"

Blit raises an eyebrow on his LCD toward Jill,"Oh? So it goes up to eight? Is that it?

Jill pauses briefly before speaking up, "For your safety, yes. Though, I'm concerned that attempting to push yourself with these enhancements could be detrimental not only to dexterity but to the capacity of your system. I highly discourage any further attempts to self administer nanobiotics."

Blit nods, "Alright, if you say so. Well, is there anything else you wanted?"

"Actually, I do want to test your strength." Jill slowly heads toward the door to the room, "Follow me, there are some things you could move around that the service bots struggle to haul."

Blit follows her lead, "Okay, I'll be sure not to hurt myself as I move stuff around."

As Jill leads the way, she presses her palm on the bar to the door opening the large metal door with relative ease. Steadily ascending to the very top of the stairwell, Blit keeps close behind her, looking down at the stairwell. No service bots are here, it seems like they've cleaned up the place already.

"How often do the little guys clean this place anyway?"

"Generally no more than once every few months or so. You don't get a lot of dirt or filth in space, but sometimes accidents happen. According to Murphy's law, they're bound to."

Jill opens the large metal door again, leading Blit down a long hallway. She turns to the right, opening a door several meters away from the end of the hallway, "This is the storage room where all of the reserve models are kept."

Blit examines the room. All of the models are completely encased in separate, black cardboard boxes strewn haphazardly across the area.

"The storage room has been in disarray for several years now. We never used the reserve models, so we packed them up and dropped them off here. They can be quite heavy, so instead of trying to organize them, we just left them here. Now that I have you, perhaps your newfound strength can prove useful."

Blit nods, "I can do that, I think. Where do I start?"

Jill surveys the room briefly before she pulls out a pen and paper, "Let's start with the lightest models. All of the ACUs share the same base, and here we only have one model, in storage. Take them all to the back corner on your left. You can fit one on each shelf, but don't stack any directly on top of one another."

Blit unquestioningly gets to work, bracing himself as he attempts to lift the first box labeled ACU. "How heavy would you say these are?"

"For an ACU model... I'd say 250lbs," Jill responds.

Blit grunts, lifting the box over his shoulder, "It's easy to manage." Carrying the box to the shelf, he places it on the first row."

"I think I'm gonna need a ladder. I'm too short to reach the third shelf."

Jill motions to his left before returning to her notepad, "There's a stepladder you can use at the corner of the room next to the shelf."

Blit turns to face her across the room, "I feel like you're judging everything I do. You're always writing in that paper"

Without breaking eye contact, Jill begins writing on the paper, "Oh, this? It's just some notes. Don't worry about it. You're not being graded or anything, just reviewed."

"Okay, then... Thanks, I think."

Blit moves the ladder to the shelf before bringing more ACU boxes, slowly piling them until he can no longer find any ACUs strewn across the room.

"Okay, I think I got all of the ACUs, what next?"

Jill walks toward the boxes he's piled onto the shelf, counting them quickly. "Yes, that's all of them," she states as she pulls out a piece of blue tape, creating a line to the right where the boxes no longer reach. "Next, we have the FLD models, specifically I want you to start with any box labeled FLD-1r"

Blit searches the room for boxes under her description,"I can do that, and how much would you say these guys weigh?"

Jill slowly taps her pen against the clipboard, "For and FLD-1... I'd say 375lbs. A bit heavier than the ACUs, can you handle it?"

Blit grunts as he lifts the box, slowly bringing it to his shoulder through great effort, "Ehh-yeah, I got it!"

"Perfect, line them up to the right of the ACUs, just how you did it last time."

Blit follows her command, lining up the FLD-1 boxes until he can't see any more on the ground. "That should be all of them. Gonna double-check for me?"

"That is correct," Jill states as she writes down on her notepad again before counting the boxes. She nods, "Everything is accounted for." As she did previously, Jill unfurls a roll of blue tape to create a divide to the right for the next set of boxes.

She glances at her notepad, flipping a few pages, "Next we have the FLD-3r. I hope you can handle these. They are 525lbs."

Blit shakes off his arms, jumping slightly, "Yeah, I'm feeling pumped. Let's do this!"

"Just remember to lift with your legs, not your back. It's easier to maintain your balance, and you'll be less likely to damage yourself."

Blit glances around for FLD-3r models. He kneels, wrapping his rubber fingers around the box as he begins to lift it."Ugh, it's really heavy..."

Jill watches silently, pen in hand.

Blit grunts forcefully as the box slowly lifts from the floor. He attempts to bring it over his shoulder, only to fall back as he's quickly thrown off balance.

Blit rubs his cranium as he slowly brings himself back to his feet, "Ah, it's too heavy for me. I couldn't really get it done."

Jill continues writing on her paper, "You've done well so far, but it looks like this was a little too much for you to handle. I must leave now, I'll leave you to carry out any business you seem reasonable. You may return to me in a few hours, but no sooner than three. I have much to compile here."

Blit nods, "Okay, see you then I guess."

Jill leaves hurriedly, allowing Blit to relax by himself. Blit examines the boxes, they seem secure. He hopes the unit inside didn't get damaged when he dropped it.

Blit sighs as he notices a tear on his shoulder. Great, now he has to repair this... A grin slowly spreads across his face. He has to repair this, right? It's only logical, his integrity is at risk if he doesn't do something about it.

But... he can't overdo it. He thinks about Jill's statement. Dexterity issues? Hmm, maybe that's not a good thing, but how bad could it be, really? He shakes his head, he definitely needs to get some repairs done, after all, she only discouraged that he shouldn't self-administer, so perhaps the service bots can do it for him.

Blit quickly walks down the hallway, forcing the heavy metal door to the stairwell open as he descends to the third floor where he repaired himself the first time. Hopefully, he can run into one of the bots along the way.

As he treads down the pristine white hall, one of the service bots emerges from a door, closing it behind itself using the leash that one dragged him with previously.

It turns his way as Blit steps in front of the bot, trying to impede its path. "Could you guide me to the repair station? I need help with an injury to my body."

The bot's LCD quickly flashes red as it rushes to examine Blit's arms. "Tear along shoulder to the bicep. Integrity at severe risk of further damage. Immediate repair is required.

A prehensile lash unfurls from a small open panel from the bot. The metallic leash quickly wraps around Blit's waist as it drags him to the Combat Repair Station.

Blit eagerly follows the robot, trying not to trip over himself in his excitement. The robot leads him toward the repair station he got his first dose. Pushing open the door, the service robot speaks up, "Please seat yourself at the examination table. State your model type"

Blit pauses, what is his model type? He's a prototype, right? Then, an idea hits him, "FLD-8r"

The service bot quickly locates a small tube before returning to Blit, "Administering CNBR Tube-8"

Blit waits in eager anticipation as the service bot opens its arm, shoving the tube into the opening before snapping it quickly back to place with a sharp click. The service bot approaches the tear at Blit's shoulder before several small claws cling onto him before it administers the injection of nanobots into him.

Blit finds himself taking a slow breath in anticipation. He can picture Jill writing in her notepad as he mocks an exhale as a human would.

The effects hit him like a bolt of lightning, his system is shocked to his very core.

Blit glances at his arms, his once bulging biceps have nearly doubled in size, peaks like sturdy mountains. His triceps swell with strength, accompanying his biceps as his shoulders thicken, broadening his frame as his strapping body pulses with newfound energy. The swelling follows down his arms as he admires his thickening forearms, running his fingers through the striations of his bulky muscles.

Blit rolls his shoulders, admiring their stiffness as well as the size of them. He remembers seeing bodybuilders before, none of which had arms quite like his. The weight of his massive arms is almost too heavy for him to carry, but it's only a fleeting second until he can feel his strength returning to match his hulking arms.

A rhythmic pulsing bounces in his chest as his pectorals swell, pounding forcefully within him as his torso nearly doubles in size. Blit brings his rubber finger to admire the crevice between his full, round pecs. Harder than steel, even his abs deserve to be admired.

Blit smiles nervously, realizing that his pecs are so massive that he can hardly see past them any longer. He can only touch himself in admiration, relishing the feeling of each crease between his abs and the serratus that accompany his sides.

Blit glances at his legs, still bulging outward with the rest of his body. Thick, tear-drop-like grooves emphasize the sheer volume of muscle mass he carries. Blit can't help from flexing his legs as he continues running his fingers through them. So much power... So much muscle... It's almost not enough for him. He can be so much more.

His legs resemble thick barrels, able to support his gargantuan upper body. His calves are fully defined, so thick that he's unable to wrap both sets of his hands around them at their thinnest point.

As the volatile burst of energy begins to wane, Blit gives his arms one more good flex until they no longer burgeon from the reverberations of growth flowing through his body. Blit admires his hulking bicep, running his fingers through the thick muscles of his silicon body. His biceps have to be at least 38 inches at their peak. He grins in satisfaction, it feels good being so huge...

"Running scan"

Blit nearly jumps at the voice of the service bot as he's pulled out from the enthralling sight of his growing body. He slowly lowers his massive arm, noting how much his herculean arms press against his torso now.

He glances down at the bot, noting how much smaller it is compared to him. Blit straightens his back, the bot is a little over half his height. Well, it is floating, but still, that means he's just under 10ft tall. He grins slightly as the service bot disappears from underneath his bulging pecs.

The bot slowly circles him before it returns to his shoulder, "Branding has been wiped. Rebranding combat tag unless overridden."

"Combat tag?" Blit finds himself asking out loud.

The service bot doesn't respond as it brushes a mark of paint onto his shoulder. He glances at the mark, it's like a tattoo of a triangle with a few symbols underneath that he doesn't quite understand.

He smirks softly to himself, it's nice. It makes him feel like an official protector of this spaceship, even if the war is over, he's still more powerful than he could've ever imagined.

"Analysis complete. No damage detected. Return to duty, soldier."

"Yeah," Blit nods before flexing his gargantuan arms."I guess you could say I'm a proper soldier now, right?"

The service bot silently hovers away, lights dimmed as Blit sits in silence. Blit glances at his form once more, admiring the increased volume of his body. Not only are his limbs visibly stronger, thicker, and more muscular, but his hands and feet have also grown noticeably as well.

He flexes his fingers. After all, if they were to be the size they were before, his hands would look tiny in comparison with the rest of his body.

The intercom rings. Blit reflexively glances toward the camera, but he notices that the flashing red light isn't flickering. Did Jill watch him? He shakes his head, no she's too busy... How will she react when she sees him? He was justified in repairing himself, right?

Jill's voice speaks through the intercom, "Blit, please return to the storage room on floor five. I wish to speak to you there. I will wait for your arrival."

Blit takes another deep breath, readying himself to return to the storage room. He advances to the stairwell attached to the repair room. As he leans to push it open, he finds himself tearing the door clean off its hinges.

Blit gasps in shock, before flexing his bicep to glance at it, "I... guess I have to get used to my new strength, heh..."

He gently sets it aside, hoping the service bots will reattach it. Without further hesitations, he advances up the stairwell. His shoulders are so broad, he fills up the entire lane. If he were any larger, his arms would be scrunched against the wall and the rail guard.

Blit cautiously opens the door to the fifth floor, making sure not to tear it from its hinges as he did to the previous door. He chuckles to himself softly, once nearly an immovable object, these thick doors are light as a feather to him.

Blit begins advancing down the hallway. He looks up toward the ceiling, he can almost reach it without standing on the tip of his boots. Blit lowers his arm, shaking his head softly as he finds himself chuckling again. He's enjoying his new size a little too much.

As he walks toward a storage room, he notices a service bot heading toward him. He pauses, realizing he's standing in the center of the hallway, he's taking up almost the entire width!

Blit quickly presses his back to the wall, allowing the service bot to pass freely. He would suck in his stomach if he had one. Blit relaxes as he treads once more. Could being too big be a bad thing? Probably not. After all, nothing bad has really happened yet.

Blit reaches the door to the storage room, slowly opening it as he ducks through the doorframe to enter. He glances around to notice Jill at his left, writing on her pen and paper again.

She doesn't look up as she speaks, "Great, now that you've had time to yourself, why don't we resume?"

Well, there's no hiding it now, Jill definitely knows. "What," Blit states with a coy grin."Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Yes," Jill responds, still writing on her paper. "You may proceed with placing the FLD-3r models on the shelf in an orderly fashion."

Blit huffs, not the comment he wanted to receive. He proceeds with her orders before he stops to ask, "How many of these 3rs are there supposed to be?"

Jill pauses, still not looking up, "15"

Blit nods to himself as he continues rounding them up until he finds the last one.

"Done!" Blit states. "You aren't going to comment on how fast I got it done, either?"

Jill speaks up without missing a beat, "Next is the rest of the reserve models. We have 6 FLD-5r. They weigh 650lbs. 5 FLD-8r. They weigh 800 lbs. And lastly, 4 FLD-10r, those weight 1350lbs. I think you can handle this task just fine."

She glances toward Blit, attempting to readjust her glasses despite their fixed location. She walks past him before pulling out the roll of blue tape, drawing a line adjacent to the last row of robots Blit shelved.

Blit scratches the underside of his chin as Jill turns back to face him, "So you're not mad or anything? Worried, even?"

"No," Jill states as she stares at him directly. "I wholly expected you to self administer after obtaining any injury. Though truthfully, I didn't expect you to be injured from moving these boxes, I expected you to injure yourself purposefully so you can return to the Combat Nanobot Repair Tubes."

"I might've considered that idea, I guess..."

Jill advances to him with a steady gait, "Your reaction is extremely responsive, still. I've been recording your every movement so far. We have cameras everywhere, after all."

Blit nods, "Right, I guess I should've figured that much."

"You are enjoying yourself, correct? Being able to do feats of strength you once considered impossible."

Blit nods, "Yeah, it's pretty cool." He flexes his massive arm with a contented grin, "I'm loving it, totally. Do you like my muscles, too?"

Jill pulls out her pen and paper to begin recording more data, "How would you feel if I said yes?"

"Uh," Blit trails off as he blushes softly, his confidence shaken slightly. He forgot he's not used to positive reinforcement. "I'd think that's pretty cool and I'd want to get bigger for myself since you're not against it, I think."

"Perfect," Jill states as she quickly returns to writing. "Go on, please move the boxes at your leisure. Tell me if the heaviest models give you any issues."

Blit counts the boxes as he moves them one by one. He hardly notices any change in weight as he scales through the models. With all the other models out of the way, he finally reaches the first FLD-10r model.

Blit shakes himself off, rolling his shoulders as he stretches his arms outward. He crouches down, wrapping his fingers around the box as he steady tries to lift it over himself.

It's not too heavy, all things considered. It takes a good amount of effort, but as he carries it over his strong shoulders, taking it to the shelf is relatively simple.

One by one until all four of the heaviest models are properly shelved away. Blit thumps his fist on his burly chest, "All done, Jill."

Jill nods, "Incredibly. Typically we would've done this using the gravity lift, and yet, here you are, doing everything as a single unit." She takes a moment to applaud as she stows her clipboard between her arm, "Very impressive."

Blit flexes confidently, admiring his arms again, "What can I say? I think I was made for this!"

Jill takes out her clipboard again, but the moment she begins writing, the space station begins to quake.

"Uh, what's going on?!" Blit asks.

Jill flips open a panel on her arm, "Checking exterior cameras..." She spends a moment looking at her arm intently. She quickly begins tapping on her arm, but the tapping quickly turns into a panicked shock. Jill quickly redirects her attention to Blit as she flips her arm shut. "It appears we're being raided by a band of space pirates. I think they know about the dormant units as well as the valuable information here. They're out to make a profit... They've jammed the signal, I can't arm the station properly..! Blit... I think this is something you have to take care of. You're the only bot here with a sufficient amount of power to handle anything like this currently!"

Blit nods, "Yes... Right! I can do this, tell me where to go!"

Before Jill can respond, an explosion causes the entire room to shake violently.

Jill turns to the door behind her, "They've broken into the hallway, there's your first task. Deal with the intruders immediately as I try to get our defensives back online!"

Blit defiantly marches toward the door, shoving it open, tearing it from its hinges as collides with one of the pirates, knocking him to the other side of the wall, unconscious.

The raiders are dressed in black spacesuits, their helmets decorated with similar motifs to signify their violent alias.

One of the raiders speaks up, "What the hell is that thing?!"

"Jill took out one of the FLD-10s! Fire at will! FIRE AT WILL!"

Blit raises his massive hands in an attempt to deflect the barrage of bullets. He remains defiant under fire, initially, the bullets graze him, bouncing off after forceful impacts, yet he knows he won't last long like this.

Blit grabs the unconscious raider next to him, hurling it toward the men with the full force of his strength. He collides with several

Another raider yells, "Code 10! Demolitions on offense now!"

Several black spheres bounce into the hall before Blit's boots. He watches the men duck for cover, ceasing their fire as Blit realizes these are explosives. Thinking quickly, he attempts to kick them away only for them to adhere to his boots.

"That's not good... Crud..." Reflexively, Blit charges toward the crowd. The men try to leap away as he quickly grabs onto them.

In a violent burst of light and fire, the explosives detonate. Blit opens his eyes to see his boots mangled and dented, yet reasonably intact. Several men have been knocked out of the station from the force of the impact.

His LCD shifts to an enraged red hue, "Grr! Now you've done it!"

Blit swats at the men and women, throwing punches until most of the raiders are left soaring in the cold open space outside the station. He forcefully grabs their leader by his arm, "Don't ever come back. If you do, I'll make sure you never will, you got that?"

The leader cries through his helmet, "Yes, yes! Please, let me go!"

Blit winds up his arm before hurling the leader with all his might. The man soars at speeds he's never seen before. Many raiders desperately scramble back to their ship before quickly departing, leaving only the massive hole in the space station in their wake.

Blit sighs softly as he slumps down. Jill slowly exits the storage room, "You did well, Blit. Their signal jammer is still some of the worst I've ever had to deal with. Our defenses are still down, but it looks like you have everything handled."

Blit nods softly before glancing down at himself. His arms and legs are shredded, hardly stable as sparks slowly fly out from the unprotected wiring.

Blit glances toward Jill wearily, "Does this mean I should get some more repairs?"

Jill pauses, writing down in her notes again,"Alright. I'm guessing you want to try out the rank 10, do you?"

Blit nods with a slow eagerness, "Yeah... Can I?"

Several service bots slowly emergy behind her,"Why not. You deserve it... Commander."

Blit grins eagerly, "Commander, yeah. I like that."

Once again as the nanobots are injected into him, they quickly get to work. Repairing the external silicone as they augment his limbs even further.

The assurance of power courses through him like an entire thunderstorm within his very body.

His arms swell further, extending as his entire body grows to match the immense amounts of hulking muscle that's growing on him. Biceps larger than ever stretch his silicone body taut, his triceps thick and full of power swell larger to balance the size of his arms.

Blit rolls his shoulders, they're thickness is to the point of being so wide and massive, they push against his head. All of his limbs press tightly against each other, attempting to occupy as much space as possible through the extreme amount of muscle he carries now.

Like a drum ensemble, his chest beats rhythmically with power. His pectorals are so massive, he cannot see anything past them. He rubs his pecs eagerly, admiring the round fullness of each one. It's almost obscene, yet he can't stop admiring himself.

Jill brings out a mirror for him to look at, "I figured that your optics couldn't see anything past your chassis. Here, I think you'll need this."

Blit smirks confidently as he flexes in the mirror, admiring his body as he steadily continues to grow before his very eyes. His biceps continue swelling as he flexes them. 50... 52... 55... 60... 65 inches.

He glances toward his pillar-like legs. The sheer definition enunciates the intense power and muscle that covers his entire form. He's mountainous, godly... The likes nobody has ever seen before or could dream of being.

He flexes his legs, admiring his hulking thighs and calves. He stomps his right boot, causing the room to shake from the force of impact. "Yeah, how do you like this? I'm the strongest being to ever exist!"

The growth slowly wanes, yet Blit is even more massive than ever. He stands 12ft tall now, filled with nothing but raw muscle-packed power. "Hey, do you think you could uh, make the doors larger? I don't think I can fit through most of them now."

"Already on it, Blit."

Blit smirks smugly as he continues admiring his form. He could even rival a small planet with his current height and width. Truly an unstoppable force to be reckoned with now.

"Feels good to be commander. Nothing will ever get past me. I'll be sure to uphold that fact," Blit states.

Jill puts down her pen and paper, "You know. It may be experimental, but I think I and the other researcher units can create nanobots for a larger model... You know, if you ever want to further enhance your limbs."

Blit flexes his powerful bicep again, "You serious? I'm already impossibly massive..." He maintains his confident grin, "You know, why don't you get to work on that. I'll look more into it later. I have things to plan out as your commander now."

Jill nods as she salutes him, "Yes, commander Blit."