“It’s the perfect size and shape to make a personal transport. Its nanite construction lets it change shape easily.” Carl raps on your body and you realize he’s been referring to you as ‘it’ this whole time. Which is…yeah, rude. But something in you kind of likes it, which you internally scowl at. Your pronouns are she/her, not she/it! “I know you regularly visit less civilized worlds” to Lisa, “and bringing MAR-1 along means you won’t need to bring any transport, and will have something to get back if your primary means of getting around is destroyed.”
Lisa nods at that, looking at you who, well, let's take a step back here and think about it. Your enhanced processing speed lets you take as long as you need to think through what this means. You’re going to be a Transformer, basically. Yes, even more of an object than before because you won’t even look like a person some of the time, but even more useful too. And it’s not like you haven’t been a vehicle already; you’re Mari Bravescale, the ship is part of you. Plus something about the idea of getting upgraded makes you tingle in a good way. And the idea of being something fast sparks another tingle of anticipation in you. This could be a lot of fun as your eyes flash green in delight and you nod for effect “Yes! That sounds great Lisa!”
Carl gives a multi-armed shrug. “You want to talk price now or just do your normal thing of…”
“Saying whatever and working it off if I have to? Totally!” Lisa laughs, bopping your head. “Especially now that I’ve got a reliable partner!”
“Even more reliable, soon.” He looks you over, four arms beginning to rub their hands together in anticipation. “I’m going to do this for the cost of materials only, especially since you got me all this new generation Omniguard stuff to peek inside~” He’s doing a little happy spider-dance as he thinks, looking very happy with the whole situation. “It might be Federation military tech, but it's their bleeding edge so still a ton to learn from it~, and I already know how to upgrade you after that first look~” He grabs you by the arm, beginning to lead you off. “Alright, to the back rooms we go. We’ll need about two days for nanite softening and mass addition, and we can do supplemental programming during this time too.” This to you and Lisa. “Then we’ll do hardware testing and customization. I’d rather you stay here for this” directing at Lisa, “if only because you’ve got root access to MAR-1’s systems that I don’t quite have.”
“You can just say you want me to scratch your hard to reach places, Carl~” Lisa purrs as she follows you and the insect man who gives a chitter-laugh.
“When MAR-1 is soaking in the nanite bath, we’ll have plenty of time for that” buzzing back suavely. He guides you both into a state of the art looking, well, lab. There’s machines here that you have no idea what they do, but there’s a massive tank full of some sort of gloopy liquid prominently in the center.
You point at the vat and Carl nods. You decide to activate a microburst of your thrusters, propelling yourself effortlessly up to the lip of the vat. Heeeeee, your first time flying really, but it’s second nature to you. You shrug a bit and wave. “See you on the other side Mistress, Carl” and then step into the goopy tank.
You feel it on your metal frame, thick and comfy, like you’re sinking into warm mud without the worry of needing to breathe. Your sensors telling you that this is a Federation Approved repair facility and you can undo the internal matrix holding you together; in layman’s terms, even though you’re nanite based, you won’t be affected by other nanites unless you drop certain protections you have, and this is a good place to drop them. As soon as you do, the mud feeling that now covers you since you’re fully engulfed becomes a pleasant tingling, becoming more intense as an electrical current runs through the nanomachines and sends a shiver through your non-existent spine.
There’s a clamping feeling at one of your hair tendrils, a data-spike beginning to feed information in. It effortlessly bypasses your protections with passwords and permissions, starting to impart information into you. Nearly all of it is that hidden stuff which keeps you operating and you have no idea how it works, like the digestive system on an organic. It feels sort of warm and fuzzy as the transfer starts, even as more data-spikes seek out the remaining hair tendrils you have. The whole sensation is extremely relaxing and pleasurable, and you begin to float in the goop, undisturbed. Until….