Going solar

Logdate 882XX/40, 1210

Just went through my first reconstruction! I'm so psyched. I'm currently propped up on my bed, just a head on a torso now - there's a hint about what got recycled!

I decided to imitate Mom and go fully nude when we left, although Dad says even when naked, Mom would've worn socks and shoes outside of the house, so Mom's body only having socks on was part of the placeholder template installed inside it. Maybe I'll configure that behavior later to match what Dad says? It'll be funny if we keep tweaking it like that until we end up basically reconstructing the perfect Mom-body actor AI. Still, we're gonna need to reinstall Mom if we want the body to have her memories, I guess...

Though how important is that really? Dad says Mom only wanted her head restored if either of us accidentally broke the mugs, and I mean, Mom turned her head into these mugs just for us and it'd be a shame not to take good care of them, so there's a good chance Mom's gonna be bouncing around all tits and no head for the rest of our lives. And while she only has body language, Basic Female Personality #840 is good enough, right? Makes our trip up to central way less urgent.

Okay, I'm mostly complaining because it's, like, a half-hour walk and there's this really long elevator and we could be doing anything else while Mom's body is filling its purpose as Mom's body, but still, restoring one woman's presence for no real change isn't thaaat important... Maybe Mom would've wanted to hang out with us in the moment, but I know she wouldn't be mad we left her wiped instead. She'd just call that common sense.

Anyway, I'm getting distracted! So Dad was in his suit and all, but I got to go out naked now that I was a girl of age, and thus statutorily recognized as a resource. (Fun fact, I actually started off kind of unsure about gender as a kid, but knew I was really a woman by the time I was a teen, so I locked in then - turns out female me naturally looks a lot like Mom!) It was super freeing to be in my birthday suit in the street, as if everything felt the way it should be. Too bad the infra clinic was only two minutes from our place, so I didn't get to enjoy the feeling of walking around on proud display as resources for too long, but the trip back more than made up for it.

Sorry! Getting ahead of myself. So, once we reached the local infra clinic and the counter called us up, my decision was already made - I've always admired the solar panels mounted beyond the glass on the concourse, so I always knew I wanted to serve as one of those myself. The place is always in need of new solar panels and materials to maintain the existing ones, so right on the spot, Mom's body held me up while Dad and the clerk tugged my legs off me, followed by my arms. It was so cool! I could feel the parts leaving me, and it didn't even hurt at all - if anything, the sort of invisible pop as they detached was really satisfying. Dad was super happy to get to give her little girl her first experience too, and Mom was definitely overjoyed the way she waved me about once all my limbs were detached, showing me off to an applauding Dad.

Dad tried to get the clerk to applaud too, but she was all business, pulling up a holoscreen visual of the outside of the station near one of the solar panel arrays, then picking my arms and legs off the floor to toss into one of the infra clinic's special maintenance reconstructors that supply the whole of Aerix. Before she did, though, she pulled the middle finger off my right hand without explanation, and I looked at Dad, and Dad was like...

"Surprise!" Turns out as a commemorative treat, Dad wanted to reserve a little part of me to be reconstructed into a gift for me. He's so sweet like that! Since it was the middle finger, I decided, hey, fuck it, right?

Anyhow, the clerk set that single finger outside, then sorta just gathered my two arms and legs up and dumped them straight into the reconstructor, out of sight. I swear, I could've exploded from joy right there, seeing my parts go to real, instrumental, objective use for the first time! It was super personal fulfillment for me. Euphoria, now that I think about it.

After just a few seconds, I kid you not, a few seconds, the holoscreen showed a new solar cell start to fabricate in the array in real time - that was me! I was supplying power to the station! (For a couple minutes anyway, before the array rotated away.)

I asked, and apparently this array is where they like to put all the women who choose to be part of the solar panels, though most of them formed more than a few at a time since they supplied their whole bodies, head and all. One girl even popped up on screen in a subwindow and waved at me - apparently, though most solar-loving women were physically out there as panels on the default fixed term, she chose to have her sentience preserved and hosted out there indefinitely on a daughter board, fed off a little residual from the panels she was a part of! That sounded really nice - turning off whenever the panels rotated away, turning back on as the sun faced you again, it was basically like going to sleep and waking up with the station. Talk about being a part of it! Maybe I should go for that someday.

Anyhow, once the station rotated far enough that the panels stopped catching sunlight, and the girl slowed down and fizzled out (halfway through telling me a joke, so now I've gotta wait until she's on again so I can hear the punchline!), that was that part done, and it was time for the bonus surprise - my middle finger.

So when I said fuck it, I meant, like, literally fuck it. I know, bad pun, whatever. Anyway, I asked if they could turn it into a dildo.

Given I was asking them to fabricate one out of a finger, I probably should've expected the response - "technically, but it'll be a really small dildo". So I kind of gave up on that. Maybe I should've told them to pluck my entire right hand off... Eh, but that'd be one right hand less becoming part of our solar grid, so whatever.

Anyway, as a backup plan, I've always had a sweet tooth, so I asked if they could turn me into a nice little tiramisu, and though I got chided for my phrasing ("Mira, turning all of you into a dessert would NOT be little!"), apparently I'm not the first to request tiramisu! Just a few seconds later, Dad was feeding me a sweet treat that was literally me, before taking the other bite for himself. I was a moment of lovely, creamy, chocolatey, coffee-ey sustenance for both of us! Gosh, that was amazing. I hope I wasn't too many calories...

After that, we were ready to go. Dad had the bright idea of plucking Mom's limbs off and turning them into a prosthetic frame for me to use temporarily, and luckily enough the clerk let us borrow the reconstructor one last time for just that. (We saved Mom's socks, obviously. She'd probably kill us if they went missing.)

Just before we left, I wanted to ask the clerk if it was possible to get a job at that infra clinic, and apparently it was perfect timing - just as I was about to tap the clerk on the back with my newly fabricated xanite exoframe, the boss of the clinic picked her up, stripped the clerk of her uniform so she was fully naked, then bundled her straight into the maintenance reconstructor head-first, leaving a vacancy on the team! Apparently there was an issue with one of the servers in the racks upstairs, so he needed to fabricate her into a few replacement units indefinitely - at least, until she broke down and called for a replacement herself. That might not be for years according to him, since the old server went about five years without a fault, but that's why she took the job - what kind of girl would reject becoming part of the servers for half a decade, right!

Speaking of the old server, she popped back out in human form on the other side of the office, and she was a totally empty shell, but the boss told me she signed an optional clause that waives her need to go through the whole process of having her backup restored from central - they'll just put a request through to have a copy from the master simulated sometime next week to ask her what should be done next with her body, and in the meantime her physical form gets to serve as a vacuous cumdump-slash-living urinal in the employee toilets for anyone with a dick to wring into or onto her. Talk about a sweet deal. I'll admit, I was popping a hard-on and dripping from my pussy at the same time hearing him explain it.

Anyway, now I've got a part-time job there two days a week, helping make use of girls and possibly getting made use of myself. And I signed the same clause the old server girl did, because duh, of course I want to know people will be fucking themselves happy with my body while I'm out of commission. Score!

(Also, thanks, Mom! Your exoframe fit like a glove. Sorry Dad had to lug your headless torso around so awkwardly, but now we're home, I think he's recycled the exoframe back into your limbs and slotted them onto your body again? If he hasn't turned those limbs into anything else, anyway. Good thing you're not here to find out if he messed up!)

So all in all, that was an amazing morning. I'm just gonna sit here for a while basking in the afterglow until dinner, I think. Not like I can do much else without calling for Dad to pick me up!