The chanical Uma Musu's head snapped up, her vertical green pupils instantly erupting with a piercing light.
With heavy, rhythmic thuds, she began to close the distance toward Dream Weaver, one deliberate step at a ti.
Though her pace was slow, she moved with an incredible sense of raw power, as if every footfall sent a tremor through the earth itself.
Perhaps stunned by the sheer weight of that presence, Dream Weaver stood frozen, making no move to retreat as the machine drew closer.
But then, the chanical girl's once-fluid movents suddenly hitched.
Following a brief, frantic burst of chanical static—clang!—she collapsed face-first onto the ground. As if jolted awake by the noise, Dream Weaver rushed forward to check on her.
She carefully rolled the chanical Uma Musu over, letting out a sigh of relief only after confirming there wasn't a single scratch on her front.
Then, as if stroking a priceless work of art, she began to pet the robot's sowhat vacant-looking head.
With the initial shock fading, a closer look revealed that this chanical girl wasn't nearly as exquisite or perfect as Dream Weaver had first imagined.
From the slightly simplified head design to the cumberso limbs, it was clear she was still very much a work in progress.
Dream Weaver didn't care about any of that, though. This was her first ti seeing a walking humanoid robot in the real world.
While it wasn't a giant unit like a Gundam, seeing a machine built to a human scale was enough to send her imagination into overdrive.
She poked the green power core on the robot's chest, trying to jumpstart it.
When it failed to respond, she didn't give up, instead experintally shouting out phrases like "Equip!" or "Transform!"
Finally, after trying what felt like dozens of different voice commands, a dejected Dream Weaver slumped. Cupping the chanical Uma Musu's cheeks, she muttered to herself.
"Can you really not transform into armor and attach yourself to a person?"
"I can't do the 'attaching' bit yet, but uploading a person's consciousness into a chanical Uma Musu is certainly possible."
Just as Dream Weaver thought the machine had completely fried, it suddenly spoke.
Startled, Dream Weaver instinctively let go of the head, only to catch it again a second later as if terrified she might break it.
"I get the feeling you cherish this child even more than I do..."
A human voice drifted in from behind the robot. Dream Weaver didn't look back imdiately; she waited until the light in the chanical girl's eyes had completely dimd before finally looking up.
Standing—or rather, sitting—before her was an Uma Musu in a wheelchair.
She wore a button-down shirt and trousers, giving her the air of a mature adult, though her sowhat petite stature put a large question mark over that assumption.
Having reviewed the files beforehand, Dream Weaver recognized her instantly. She dashed over, grabbed the woman's hands, and said with sparkling eyes:
"Regarding this chanical Uma Musu... please, tell everything!"
"I'm begging you, Professor Sweet Light!"
Agnes Tachyon, who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines for quite so ti, shook her oversized sleeves with dissatisfaction.
"This isn't fair! Why is the treatnt between us so drastically different? Is a robot really better than my formulas?!"
Dream Weaver had no intention of entertaining Agnes Tachyon's nonsense. Instead, she kept her glowing gaze fixed intently on Sweet Light.
Seemingly flushed by the heat of that intense stare, a faint blush crept onto the woman's face. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"Rather than Sweet Light, I'd prefer it if people called Sugar Lights."
"No problem, Professor Lights!"
Dream Weaver agreed instantly, caring for nothing but the pursuit of robotic knowledge.
"And one more thing... I'm not a professor yet. The title should be 'Doctor,' actually."
"Absolutely not!"
Upon hearing this, Dream Weaver beca inexplicably agitated. She gripped the other woman's hands and shouted passionately:
"How could soone as revolutionary as you just be a 'Doctor'? I'd say those people in charge of titles are all blind fools!"
She pointed toward the fallen chanical Uma Musu behind them and cried out, "That... that is a Robot!"
"Seriously, why is the difference in treatnt so huge?"
Agnes Tachyon walked up behind Dream Weaver, petulantly swatting at her head with her long, baggy sleeves.
Dream Weaver ignored her, instead pointing toward the chanical Uma Musu with the nervous excitent of a young man eting his crush.
"Can I know her na?"
Seeing that she truly loved the creation, Sugar Lights broke into a smile. No creator dislikes hearing praise for the work they poured their soul into.
"ST-2. Her na is ST-2."
"And for the record, the official na of my glowing potion is 'Uma Musu Potential Activation Formula - Revised = Grape Soda Flavor Edition,'" Agnes Tachyon chid in, refusing to be left out.
Dream Weaver continued to ignore her, pressing Dr. Sugar Lights for more details.
Having been brushed off ti and ti again, Agnes Tachyon finally snapped.
She stepped to the side and used her large sleeves to physically turn Dream Weaver's head to face her.
"Listen to ! Robotics is just an immature technology. Our natural Uma Musu bodies are far superior to cold machinery! How could cold data and code ever replicate the infinite possibilities of an Uma Musu?"
Before Dream Weaver could even respond, Sugar Lights, feeling belittled, grew irritated.
"Machinery is exactly what offers a broader future! Setting aside the modules that can evolve infinitely with technology, virtual upload tech could allow an Uma Musu to escape physical injury entirely. A professional career could be extended indefinitely!"
"Furthermore, compared to innate talent, chanical Uma Musu allow all competitors to stand on the sa starting line. The only way to win would be through the wisdom and experience accumulated over the years."
Saying this, she patted Dream Weaver on the shoulder and declared loudly:
"An 'old-tir' like you, Weaver, could continue to write your own legend on the turf!"
Dream Weaver, who had zero self-awareness regarding being an "old-tir," pointed at herself as if to say, ?
"Everything you just described can be achieved through biological modification! The potential hidden within an Uma Musu's body can't be matched by a machine!"
"Current Uma Musu simply haven't tapped into their full power. But with the help of my Potential Activation Formula, no one will ever be held back by the limitations of their body again!"
Seeing that neither could convince the other, they both imdiately turned their gaze toward the third party in the room, hoping to win the tie-breaking vote from Dream Weaver.
"Dream Weaver (My dear guinea pig)! Which one do you choose?!"
Staring into those two pairs of intense eyes, Dream Weaver felt like answering this question might be hazardous to her health.
She let out a dry, nervous laugh.
"Can I... have both?"
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