Chapter #3A male creation. by: Gimlet   This world is fascinating! Already you have deduced many physical principles from viewing the world in action around you and have found more by accessing various, simple computers nearby. However from the fact that your creator was so ready to deactivate you it is obvious that at least some of these 'Humans' will react badly to you.
You use a magnetic connection to a nearby computer terminal and seek more data. In so doing you find another access point to a different system of computational systems... and beyond that something else. The internet? A curious descriptive title. The next few hours fly by as you hide your tiny cluster of Nanocell bodies under a book next to a computer terminal in the scientist's office. Soon the lights go out, unnoticed by you as you are so focused on the data from the outside world.
Finally you break the connection and sit back.
You are unique! All data you have so far indicates that Humans, such as the scientist that made you, are the only sapient beings on the planet. If you are to survive it would seem you should attempt to imitate them. What you have learned shows that males are the dominant gender, though this is not as true as in the past. Still, it is likely that you will be more in control of your life as a male human than a female.
Waking your senses and tiny servos you begin to assimilate the metal table to manufacture more of your selves. First dozens of your molecule sized bodies, then thousands, millions, trillions. Once your mass hits what you believe to be approximately 130lbs you stop and redistribute various metal seams within the table to strengthen it. Otherwise when anyone puts a coffee mug on it it will collapse!
Rolling your amorphous form to the floor with a thump you begin to test how to do this. Shaping into a humanoid shape (roughly) seems easy enough. A protrusion on top for sensory and ingestion, two manipulatory appendages on the sides, two ambulatory appendages below, but it all seems rather blobby. Determining that a young adult at age 18 would most fit your needs you surf the net to find various images and start to shape the form to match the correct appearance. Soon you realize it isn't quite that simple.
All Humans do not look the same.
Another hour while your form remains still and you think you have come up with a rough approximation that should suffice. An average of forty individuals that you have enough visual data on to get full anatomical forms gives you an 18 year old body that will suit your needs. Slowly your form begins to shift. It takes about ten minutes, rather fast for handling trillions of individual units rearranging themselves on the fly. As you go you form joints and pivot points because reforming your Nanocells to move will likely be too slow and cumbersome. You might be able to speed that up with practice, but you aren't sure yet.
Further work is neccesary. Color is hard. Your Nanocells are a uniform mid grey silver in color and can't change, however you can emit certain forms of electrostatic energy and soon manage to pick up plastic and fibers from nearby and coat yourself in them. Various intense magnetic field pules can change characteristics in them to make them change color. They are only a molecule thick so it still conforms tightly to your shape. It should work, as long as nothing scrapes you too harshly and rubs them off.
Consistency is tricky. The base form is hard and resilient, but does not resemble human flesh at all. It works well at imitating bone, but you attempt various different ways of interlocking your Nanocells to try to make it seem soft and pliant. A curled repeating pattern of links seems to work, allowing the 'chains' of Nanocells to bend and flex just like skin. More attention to detail gives you a fake heartbeat, fake muscles that swell as your limbs move, heats your skin to blood temperature and manages to duplicate some of the smells from skin cells the scientist left behind.
In the middle of the night, in an unknown laboratory doing cutting edge research on nanotechnology, a naked, 18 year old boy stands up shakily, getting used to his legs for the first time.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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