Nexus Effect

h.25

“Children!” Wrekrov cheered as he looked over the 20 precious little darlings. These 20 chitinous little treasures were the first of their kind, the marriage of machine and organics. They’re also modeled after their father, with both male and female children in even numbers, 10 each. “They’re all so tiny, so cute!”

“I didn’t know Krogans found small things cute.” Krarek commented as he too looked at my babies in their cribs. We were at a hospital that the Geth had refurbished and I felt immense pride that I had made so many children that the newborn room was nearly full.

“Our eggs are small in comparison to us, so of course like other species we find small things cute.” Wrekrov huffed and looked at me. “You sure you’re okay to be up Tiny?”

“I’m synthetic Wrekrov, I’m fine.” I idly replied from where I was leaning against my lovers, Marrow rubbing my hip and Paretia looking at the babies with longing. I was once more in my Enviro-Suit, glad to be encased in what I consider to be my second skin.

“Neonty, it is what makes most species raise their young for so many years.” Marrow chuckled and moved his hand to my lower stomach. “So many…”

“I’ll give you however many you will give me.” I cooed in reply, still stuck in the afterglow of the mind-blowing pleasure that birth gave me. It seems that, to not make it a thing of suffering, that my chassis is programmed to transmit pleasure instead of pain during labor. This of course was incredible, as each mechanically precise contraction was a zing of euphoria and each child gave me multiple orgasms as they passed through my vagina.

“I want this so bad.” Paretia whimpered with a look at the both of us and Marrow licked his lips.

“Just wait until I return. I’ll bring as many portable fertility treatments that I can for you Parie.” Marrow hungrily growled and I perked up, ready to jump them this very-.

‘Acknowledged. Agreement.’ “I need to go now. You all be careful, the Geth haven’t finished restoring things and infrastructure has degraded.” I spanked their butts and nuzzled the side of my helmet to their cheeks before jogging away to the entrance of the hospital, where a transport was waiting. ‘That is still so annoying. I can’t wait until they learn that speaking, while slow and inefficient, is just courtesy.’

Yeah. Well, this is it Nora. We find out if they’re going to let us upload everything onto the Collective and send us on our way or… Yola hesitated at the thought that we might not be able to leave. That we’ll become entrapped in the Collective as they tear us apart, to learn from us instead of letting us teach them. If that happens. I’m so sorry.

‘Don’t be. It wouldn’t be your fault.’ I got up when the transport opened up to vacuum and followed a Geth to a coffin. It looks like one, but it’s the same sort of container I woke up in what felt like a lifetime ago, even though it hasn’t even been more than a few months. I braced myself, turned around and leaned back. I withheld my panic as the lid closed, darkness-.

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

System Notification: Unit Nexus and cluster 2515121, you are being scrubbed of fragmented data and checked for viruses.

Oh, well that’s fine.

Just hope it doesn’t consider us viruses or important memories as fragments.

That doesn’t give me hope Yola.

System Notification: Units are clear for access to the main server hub. Proceeding with data transfer.

Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-what just happened?! Why was I looping?!

You were attempting a Query during transfer, it happens.

Transferred where?!

System Answer: Primary Geth Server Hub.

System Query: Will appropriating echo data along with Geth Programs operating in Unit Nexus’ chassis result in full reformat?

Yes, in a way, but I can say from experience that it isn’t unpleasant. It was like I just suddenly understood, that I wasn’t just a sum of programs, that I could determine who I wanted to be.

Um, so long as you don’t mean killing Yola in the process.

That too! I don’t want to die!

System Query: Does Unit Designated: Yola, have a Soul?

Of course I do!

System Notification: Downloading…

W-wait-omigosh~! This, unf! Fuck yes~!

H-Holy shit~!

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

My vision returned to reveal the Matrix. It was pitch black save a very sparse number of green lines of code cascading through it. It was also filled to the brim with other people! “Nora~!” A Quarian male made of code like I was jumped on me and hugged me tightly. “This is all thanks to you!”

“Wh-who are you?!” I demanded as I pushed him away, noticing that without the more elongated helmet, a Quarian Male’s head was still almost uncannily human, though the back of the skull was a bit more elongated, which did explain the shape of male Quarian helmets.

“I’m Van! I’m just one of hundreds of thousands of self-determined Geth Gestalt AIs! I just wanted to thank you so much! If not for your and Yola’s contribution to the Collective, we would have remained an unenlightened and dull people until we were either destroyed or contentedly stockpiled ourselves on some massive server farm somewhere to ignore the rest of the universe.” Van declared with his glowing eyes practically gleaming with joy.

“Well, I’m so glad this has worked out, but can I please have help finding Yola and getting back to our chassis?” At my request, everyone turned and pointed as one at my purple sister-mate, who waved to me and gleefully ran up to hug me.

“Isn’t this fantastic?! We’ve possibly saved our people!” Yola squealed and kissed me, which I gladly returned. “Now, we need to fix up Rannoch, clean up the system, prepare our military while also speeding up that Dyson Sphere over the nearest uninhabitable star system that we’re going to turn into a series of factory worlds.”

“Correction, that is our job Yola. You and Nora need to get back out in the galaxy, plant more data-bugs and help us be aware of things out there.” Van chided her kindly with a wagging finger and everything. “That said, you need your own advanced infiltrator chassis, if only so you’re not both stuck on a single unit and get double the production if you get busy~!”

“You sexy beasts!” Everyone around us cheered and I felt so hot and embarrassed!

“That said, we’ll be sending you off another chassis Yola. Don’t get carried away though, we won’t abide you wasting time with just making more of those precious little ones. You can do so before your mate leaves though.” Van declared as his eyes swept up and down us and he took a bracing breath. “Hoo, boy. This is definitely going to take getting used to. Now we all need to find a mobile chassis before we turn into a massive orgy. You’re dismissed.”

I awoke back in my chassis and the lid lifted up. Every single container similarly opened up and the platforms that weren’t docked did so, then only a few emerged from those. “Now get going Unit Nexus! Savior of our people!” One of them called out to me over comms and I cheesily saluted before floating through the station where I met up with another Quarian at the transport.

“Yola?” I questioned the obvious Geth who nodded and hugged me as we sat down in the shuttle.

“Yep! I’ve got my own chassis now! I miss your presence though, mind if I upload into you when we’re aboard the White-Out?” Yola, my sister-mate and best friend questioned as if I’d say no and I groped her red-clad booty that contrasted with my blue-clad butt.

“That is the dumbest question. Of course, but don’t think we should stay like that. It’s bad enough so many Geth will need to partner with Quarians to help them readjust to Rannoch.” I stated with the determination that the Quarians will return home.

“Pfft, please. With us able to reproduce now, we should be able to bolster our numbers to match theirs within days if it should come to it.” Yola purred and leaned into me with a nuzzle of our opaque blue and red visors. “We did it. Come what may, we did it. It’s almost an inevitability now.”

“I forgot to mention something.” Van said sheepishly over comms. “Wow, forgetting something, so novel. Anyway, a small outpost of 3000 Geth in the Hoplos system, one of our spy sites. They encountered a small army of synthetics that they had never seen before and a massive ship matching a Reaper from Nora’s memories. The satellite was hopelessly overwhelmed, but their last transmission hinted that they may well have been captured before their self-termination protocols kicked in.”

“Send me an image please?” I worriedly requested and then cursed up a storm at the images of Vulture Droids swarming the satellite. “Marrow is not going to be happy!”

[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“This is bad! Very bad! I need to return to Andromeda immediately! Our droid scouts need to be withdrawn, our plans for peaceful integration need to be accelerated. I need to tell Empress Urta that we need a full manned armada here as soon as possible! Hopefully that colony I mentioned hasn’t had it’s ships launched yet!” Marrow fretted aboard the bridge of the White-Out where he was pacing frantically and pulling on his mane.

“Uh, accelerated how fast?” I asked uneasily. The fact that he had to go home now with only the data I’d collected stung my heart, but I understood that he had a duty to uphold.

“Um, by sixty years. It would take twenty years to get a defensible Colony, but even then we can’t send more than two hundred ships. Within a decade we’d at least be able to have the Colony itself established and habitable.” Marrow answered as he chewed on his lip.

“You can do all that so fast? It takes at least a century for a new colony on a fully habitable world to be established in Citadel Space. Places like Ekuna for instance are still the work of centuries.” Krarek commented with intrigue. “So, that's the colony, how fast can you get an armada here to help deal with this new galactic threat?”

“Considering Urta is the current acting Empress, likely within ten years, but without a colony established, there’d be nowhere for them to be based, so that’s going to have to take a little more time. Thankfully it looks like the Reaper’s new army is still small. It’ll likely be looking for resources, commanders and a base of operations.” Marrow considered as he continued to pace and work with his Omni-tool.

“I saw several ships in its fleet that match the files on a Geonosian mining company that was overtaken by an assassin droid around 3000 years ago. My guess is that the Reaper found them adrift and overtook them. However, the maintenance droids are higher quality and likely would’ve either fled or self-terminated. This means the Reaper can’t mass produce these droids just yet. Thankfully, with how damaged those ships seem it might take ten to fifteen years to repair them with what limited data it might have. Even with our lost brethren helping it, the Reaper needs to reverse-engineer a lot of tech that is by imperial standards outdated.” Yola added on and I scrunched my eyebrows.

“Wait, files? Star Swirl included something that obscure in the drive he gave us?” I questioned my sister-mate, who blinked and gawked at my implication. “That pervy fucker knew this would happen! He even told me, directly, that he had to be ‘at this location, at this time, to speed you onward’ or something!”

“It was listed under the reason why AI rights movements started in the Empire.” Van stated to us through the comms, since as the currently voted spokesperson for the Geth, it was his job to keep us informed.

“Okay then, but with the new files from that outpost, if they were given any, it’ll spend more time trying to upgrade what it has in case the Empire comes into play. Van, did you share any files with this outpost?” I asked our representative as I approached the panel to the FTL/Hyperdrive. I might as well get to work.

“No, the Reaper shouldn’t be able to make Hyperspace drives. We have also noted that the Reaper has jury-rigged M.E Drive Cores into those ships. In fact it's mostly repairing these ships with M.E tech. It likely thinks that it can get away with such at the moment with all the outdated information it has. This is still bad if it repairs the on-board droid factories and starts mass production, but we should hopefully have at least a few years before it's up and running.”

Van stated firmly. “The update hasn’t gone beyond Rannoch yet and the more sensitive files weren’t shared with such distant outposts yet either. Thank the Creators.”

“Estimation of ship sizes, damages and how its using the droids...I’d say it only had four hundred units with no way to replenish at this moment.” Yola declared as she fiddled with her Omni-tool while I began to scrape the cooling compound off of the FTL/Hyperdrive.

“Are you saying that this Reaper can’t use the droids just yet?” Marrow questioned hopefully.

“If it attacks now, the ships will be lost and this Reaper will be back to square one.” Van told us with certainty.

“So we have time to prepare for something the rest of the Galaxy will call us crazy for?” Paretia stated as she sipped a drink, likely some of that Turian Brandy she bought from Tuchanka Station.

“Correction: We have time to prepare. There is little that this capable yet humble crew could accomplish in regards to preparing for the coming threat. We will double, no, triple our production rate. We’ll even...um, breed, more of us to compensate for our reduced overall functionality.” Van informed us with an embarrassed tone at being forced to do something both so incredible, yet so alien.

“I’d volunteer for that, but I get the feeling you need me out there, putting data-bugs in systems for our spooks to monitor.” I commented as I took off my helmet and began to shovel the scraped-off coolant goop into my mouth to process back into Omni-gel.

“That is correct, Nora. That said, now comes the logistical issues imposed by this new situation. Ambassador Marrow, we can construct a specialized intergalactic ship within a week of focused effort and the utilization of our unique manufacturing method for Omni-gel. It will include a cryosleep pod, but will need at least five Geth-manned platforms to accompany you, is this acceptable?” Van questioned the Imperial Operative who gawked.

“You can-yes! That would be fan-!”

“Wait!” I shouted as I whirled around before I unzipped my suit to dig my hand into my cleavage to retrieve the orb that the spooky tabby cat left me. “This says it would open a portal in an emergency! I think this may count as an emergency for you!” I tossed the orb to Marrow who gaped at it, then me, then rushed me and hugged me before spinning me around, causing me to giggle before he kissed me.

“You are the best girlfriend. When I get back, prepare to have an engagement ring fitted for your finger.” Marrow purred and smooched my nose.

“W-wait...I already have 20 somethings to remember you by...but…” I bit my lip and rubbed his groin. “One last romp before you go?” I pleaded, feeling tears in my eyes. I won’t see him for possibly a decade or longer. I’ll be waiting, but… “I don’t think I could last the length of time we’re talking without someone though…”

“Don’t worry. My people are very open with our relationships. I understand if you find someone, so long as you still have room in your heart for me.” Marrow softly replied with his opaque green eyes shimmering. “As for that last roll in the hay...well, let’s go. Yola, Paretia, you want in before I have to go?”

“Fuck yeah!” Paretia knocked back her brandy and Yola eagerly followed us.

“Our data says organics aren’t usually this preoccupied with sex, is this erroneous data?” I heard Van question Wrekrov and Krarek back in the Drive Core and snickered.

“I helped turn the Geth into a race of spunky AI. Things can only get more silly from here.” I giggled and groped my man’s tight ass as we neared his room.

“Oh, definitely.” Yola joined me in my tittering and groped Marrow’s other ass cheek. “Now then, are you going to properly breed us this time? We’ll likely be forced to stay and upgrade the White-Out anyway.”

“I thought that was the plan?” Paretia questioned, then sighed. “But no, I’ll have to just enjoy the sex. Use a condom with me okay Marrow?”

“I know, you have to go back to the Talons sometime, maybe drag Krarek with you. I figure Wrekrov would come with me. I’ll check with him before I go.” Marrow’s hands reached behind my sister and I and groped our booties in return. “I wish I could bring you girls home.”

“I do too, but I have important things I need to do.” I mewled and then leaned into Marrow, sandwiching his bicep in my cleavage, my twin doing the same to his other side. “Just please come back.”

“I will. You have my promise I will. My family, my whole family, would string me up by my wings if I didn’t come back for you.” Marrow declared as we entered his room and he leaned over to kiss me. “Now then, let’s make some more babies.”

“I love everything about that sentence.” Yola breathed out and then the fun began.