Diaper Change

As M.O.T.H.E.R. reached down to pick him up, she froze when he held a finger out, silently indicating to her wait a minute.

On his back, N-Gyn raised his legs and pushed. While M.O.T.H.E.R. thought the look of concentration on the late-twenty-something baby's face was cute, N-Gyn ignored her as he focused on ending the funny feeling in his tummy. Pooping his diaper was nothing new to him. He had done it his entire life. It was very likely that half of his crew had pooped themselves while in their hyper-cribs.

He dropped his legs as the mess left his body into his diaper.

"Aw, did someone make a stinky for M.O.T.H.E.R.? Did he?"

Even if he cared to take her question seriously, N-Gyn wouldn't really know. He had long since gone nose-blind to any sort of smells his diaper would have made.

"Yeah. Sure. Now cold you change me so that I can do my job?"

"Okey-pokey, Captain!"

She lifted him out of his hyper-crib, her robot body's size and strength making him come across as like a toddler in comparison as she carried him off to the corner of the room.

The wall opened and out slid a cushioned surface with bars on both sides. She sat him down onto the edge of the bed before pushing him on his back, spreading the mess in his pants before she undid his onsie and then his standard-issue diaper.

With robotic precision, she used the wet-wipe dispenser built into the changing table and cleaning every delicate corner of his exposed behind of the mess. N-Gyn had his hands under his head -- giving his hairless private a mental "hey boys, how you been" when she lifted his butt up by his legs -- while he patently waited.

Soon enough, a brand new diaper was strapped onto him and his onsie closed as the soiled diaper and used wipes were dunked into the built-in trashcan. Well, it was more like a garbage chute that took all organic and inorganic products and recycled them into raw materials for the Molecular Transmutation Synthesizer. With it, used diapers are broken down atom by atom and reassembled into clean, unused diapers, while the grosser bits are reconfigured into clean water, soap, and NIN-approved regulation baby-food. Theoretically, as long as you have a power-source and a competent enough engineer, the MTS could allow anyone to live in space indefinitely without the need for supplies.

Waste not, want not.