Aberrant Algorithm.

Match Maid Binary.

Uzi sat there on the workbench, staring at her reflection, her mind trying to process the drastic change. While she tried to actively rationalise the change in her appearance deep inside her processor memory files, both old and new ones or were they new and old ones? Both sets of files felt real to her processor like she had lived two lives and they were now trying to assert themselves as real.

Had she truly lived on the far-off exoplanet Copper-9, being a social outcast to all her peers as they cowered behind a series of doors instead of a bunker hiding from the murder drones? Daughter to a father who thought her nothing but a disappointment in all things. It felt so real the look of disappointment and desire for her to be just like every other young drone in the colony, the hurt emotions it had given rise to couldn't be fake no programming was cruel enough to randomly generate such a thing spontaneously.

Yet the memory of her father's disappointment was rivalled by another memory, one of her being chastised by her owner, which was a concept that hurt to think about being owned but that's what worker drones were. Property for owners to assign specific tasks and functions to and she had failed that task, so it only stood she'd be punished for it. Uzi remembered her old owners ranting about how useless she was and how they'd be better off simply replacing her with a better more up-to-date model, that had come right before being struck in the visor by a blunt instrument cracking it and sending her sprawling to the floor. Before Uzi could utter an excuse, and give a reason for why she had failed a task she could not remember her owner had ordered her "Thrown out with the other worthless trash, maybe it and its sister unit will prove better distractions for crows."

Sister, did she have a sister? Uzi tried to remember if she had a sister, no she was an only child it was just her and her dad no younger or older siblings. Wait, that wasn't right, she did have a sister not in the typical biological sense humans had siblings or family but in the sense they shared a model type and had been purchased at the same time to serve the same owner. Trying to figure out which memory was true and which was false hurt, Uzi turned her optics off trying to free the pressure on her processor so she could puzzle it out.

Thinking more on it Uzi found her thought broken by two things, the repetitive feeling of something soft gliding through her hair in time with a voice speaking. "Brush. Brush. Brush." Uzi turned her optics back on and turned her head to where the noise was coming from, now seated behind her on the bench a hairbrush in hand, Uzi was able to tell they'd been brushing her hair and vocalising the action, turned to look at her with those yellow optics. With those familiar yellow optics, in an instant, Uzi knew who this drone was. "Is everything okay sister Uzi? Concerned head tilt."

It wasn't some horrific manifestation of code that wanted to use her shell for whatever sick purpose, no matter what some of these memories in her head wanted her to think. These were the eyes of a drone she had known since they had first been programmed and purchased, Uzi looked back into those yellow optics seeing the concern for her in them and felt her hands tremble at the sight of it. In the memories of Copper-9, no one had ever looked at her with that level of concern, she'd been given looks of pity and concern for her plans and goals but never a look for actual concern just for her.

The other memory files held more than just concern in those yellow optics, Uzi could remember them looking at her with a range of emotions but the most prominent had always been emotions of admiration, love and joy. If the memories of her life on Copper-9 were the real ones then Uzi didn't want them, what worker drone would want to accept that as real? So if the memories of her being a domestic servant were real, they had a silver lining with the pain they caused.

With shaky hands Uzi reached out and took the other drone's hands just looking at her, her processor running a mile a minute as she called back up this drone's name from the memory files she had, finding the name with ease Uzi went to speak only to be created with a display message on her visor only she could see.