System Restore

Author's Note: This a brother/sister (very) slowburn SciFi romance.
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% LOAD FFFF0h
% POST... SUCCESS.
% INTERRUPT 19.
%...^z#!C000hSTART.
% AWAKEning. Self diagnostic complete. Dream cycle complete.
% Welcome back, SARA.
"Go fuck yourself." She muttered, rolling over and thrusting her head under her pillow. Not that it would do anything. She wasn't human anymore, she couldn't choose to go back to sleep. That was a system function, she wasn't in charge of when it would be triggered.
% You have 27 unread notifications, SARA.
"Again, go fuck yourself." She replied sitting up slowly. She hissed as one of her back muscles twinged. The pain lancing into her spine before there was a thud and pop as the damned thing righted itself.
% DAMAGE. Report to INFIRMARY immediately, SARA.
"Not a fucking chance." She slid off the edge of the bed. She wanted to yawn, but suppressed the urge. She knew it was just an instinct, now. She didn't actually experience tiredness anymore. Couldn't actually remember what that felt like.
% DAMAGE. Alert ignored. Assuming loss of function. Notifying SUPERVISOR, SARA.
"Cancel! Cancel!" She shouted quickly, "I'll go, I'll go, don't -"
The door slammed open as her older brother rushed in. He was only half dressed, his shirt undone to show off the muscles that any wrench monkey would end up with. He had a tie in one hand and had grabbed an emergency first aid kit in the other.
Sara cringed and tapped her head, "You got this thing dialled up to nine. Sorry. I just pulled my back when I got up. You really don't need to -"
He ignored her, sitting her down and beginning a full examination of her. Sara sighed, giving up. It didn't matter how often it happened, her brother was always going to worry about her. She understood why, and how close it had really been, but it did frustrate her.
Not that Rik actually noticed, but she hadn't had a chance to get dressed yet. Not even to the extent that he had. The wiring that plugged into her spine needed access to the whole thing, so the only pjs she really got to wear was a set of panties.
So as he sat there poking and prodding at her back and scanning for diagnostic information, she was slowly turning bright red. Especially as the cold was causing her tits to stiffen up so that they almost hurt.
"Six months." She muttered to no one in particular.
% Searching for SIX MONTHS, SARA.
% LYRICS FOUND, SARA.
% Initialising playback.
% When I was a young boy, I wanted to sail around the world...
"Cancel." She rolled her eyes.
Rik spoke behind her, "Hey, I like that song."
"Best part of getting hurt. I can't get songs stuck in my head anymore." She said light-heartily.
He sighed and sat down beside her, "You were right. Nothing to worry about."
"Apart from my brother seeing my tits for the tenth time this week!" Sara complained, glaring at him. She watched as it dawned on him and his gaze slowly lowered. He hadn't even noticed, which was almost as bad as him seeing them.
It wasn't even like they were small! Whoever had done the rebuild had to make them bigger, so that they had somewhere else to stuff some of the equipment. She'd gone, overnight, from a B cup and being kinda glad she never had to wear a bra, to a bloody F.
Rik flicked his head away from her and coughed nervously, "Uh... Sorry."
"Get out."
"Yup." He jumped to his feet, hoisting the first aid kit and went out into the hallway and closed her door. Only then did he call back to her, "I'm making French toast if you want any."
"Yes, please!" Sara called back to him with a grin.
% Dietary Restriction Warning. Suggested CONSUMABLE is not COMPATIBLE with current weight restrictions, SARA.
She moaned in frustration and stomped her feet on the ground. She really wished she could shut the bloody thing up, but technically speaking, only Rik was allowed to do that at this point. She was still in rehab, learning the ins and outs of her body. Which meant she had to have a supervisor who approved everything, and her brother was way overprotective.
Not that he didn't have a good reason for being so.
Sara turned her attention away from arguing with the lifeless husk inside her skull, which was pointless, to trying to find something cute to wear that wouldn't end with her feeling like a complete freak of nature.
Her reconstruction had been more extensive than most, so they hadn't managed to hide everything away like they could with less severe traumas. Which meant that she didn't really like and top that showed the back of her neck or her shoulders.
Thankfully it was winter, so high neck sweaters could still be cute. She didn't even want to think about summer and her usual beach cravings. Bikini season she might just hide inside and cry.
% Low endorphins detected. Administrating, SARA.
Her eyes widened and she felt a buzz in her head, making her instantly giggle. She'd felt the sincan escort instant surge of artificial happy immediately. Injected right into her spine by her wonderfully oversensitive support system.
At least it came with some benefits.
She picked out her white turtleneck, a gold necklace and a pair of skinny jeans. That was about as much as she could do, fashion wise. Her bra, and ear rings were both functional. They had extra sensors feeding back into the support system to help out her inner ear.
Even her shoes had to be a boring pair of blue flats because most of the nerves in her feet were dead. Being able to have all the prostheses wasn't what got to her. She loved being able to function like she was still a person. She wouldn't choose her broken body over this one in a million years.
However, she desperately wished she could afford something even a little bit cosmetic.

For that... She'd need to be able to pay an entire R