disassembly management [English version]

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"Stupid clothes, stupid clothes!" - MJ throws another dress onto the pile on the floor, grumbling with a frown.

She has spent thirty minutes trying on dresses and skirts of all styles, but she has not found any long enough to cover her legs.

MJ looks at herself in the mirror, her gaze glancing down at her left leg; in the scar that has been troubling her mind, she runs her thumb slowly up and down along it, it's healing too fast...

SHE'S HEALING?

drones aren't supposed to do that, why does she do it?.

It's not even just the scar; her entire body is different from that of a normal worker drone.

Her waist is a little wider and more rounded, her breasts protrude slightly forward, in two small circular shapes, and are much softer and more sensitive to touch than they should be.

While in her crotch, there is that strange hatch that hides even more sensitive and fragile parts.

It's not that she minds having them; she and J had found a rather.....'interesting' use for them.

But why a drone was equipped with that kind of thing?, or why it was her of all the company's drones?, was something MJ didn't understand.

There was no practical use in her mechanical activities that required something like that, there is no purpose for-

....what was her purpose?

She didn't know; it was another thing MJ couldn't remember, every time she searched her files, all she found was nothing. Nothing before waking up in Copper 9 to repair J.

As she walked slowly past the clothing racks, her mind continued to wander, about this place, about what was her purpose, about the company.

about J.

J was the biggest mystery to her; they hadn't yet had the chance to talk about her identity, fleeing from one danger after another.

Perhaps she could ask her about it after the date; she wouldn't ruin the moment of peace and connection just because of her own problems. She wouldn't do that to J; it would be too selfish of her.

But was there anything wrong with being selfish?, doesn't she deserve the truth too?.

in addition to that, there was also the voice in her head and  that strange triangular symbol that had started appearing in her dreams lately.

The same symbol that monstrous worm used to attack them the other day, and strangely enough, the dreams had started ever since that thing appeared and get in touch with her.

as if, at the moment that touched her, something had been activated inside MJ.

Another thing she needed to talk to J about, since she seemed to know something about what that thing was.

MJ just hoped it wasn't anything that would put their lives in danger, she couldn't live with the guilt if she hurt J in someway. 

she sighs irritably and rubs her face, pausing to look at an outfit that catches her eye.

A pretty navy blue shirt and a matching pleated skirt with long stockings, perfect for hiding her legs.

She takes it and tries it on in front of the mirror. Luckily for her, the shirt is somewhat loose and doesn't squeeze her too tightly, the pleated skirt is light and comfortable at her waist.

The only thing that doesn't match are the black work shoes she's wearing, but she wouldn't dream of wearing heels in this cursed place.

Finally, she was ready; she just hoped J would like her fashion choice too.