Carrnage said:
[X] Continue production. Achieve ratio of 1/3/3/5 of Probes/Warriors/Collectors/Workers.
-[X] Recycle as many of the dead cells for this as possible, so as to reduce clogging.
[X] Have collectors and workers take care of the dead cells clogging the vessels and preventing the body's operation.
[X] Have warriors assist in immune system duties until further notice.
[X] Do not engage in direct contact yet.
[X] Once host no longer in immediate danger from clogging, move new fat stores towards the previous harvesting sites for ease of access. Condense fat stores as required.
Acknowledged. Deploying units.
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Update: 99% of the dead cells have been processed into new units. Warriors have entered the lymphatic system and spread out through the whole body to guard it against harmful elements. 89% of fats moved to upper ventral section of the torso, 10% expanded buring the immune system's rampage reamining 1% used for replication.
Alert: Now that our Host was fully mapped and that nanite's density is sufficient to monitor the entire body in real time, Probes have no purpose to fulfill. Suggest putting them in sleep mode. Y/n?
Active Units Count.
Probes: 15 070 000 000
Warriors: 45 210 000 000
Collectors : 45 210 000 000
Workers: 75 350 000 000
External sensory Input: Ponzu is jerked awake by a loud banging on her door. "Girl, what are you doing! The bus is already here!"
Her hands shoot to her ears immediately. "Quit Shouting!" She winces. Hypothesis: The unexpected increase in sensitivity is making our host uncomfortable. Opening her eyes generates the same reaction, providing further evidences.
Ponzu stumbles to her feet and nearly loses her balance. Hypothesis: The placement of Ponzu's increased bodymass slightly shifted her center of gravity. Moreover last night's event caused a high level of stress to Ponzu's organism regardless of our efforts to limits real damages. Even with our improvements and our Collective bolstering her immune system, our host is approximately 30% below her standard operating level.
Ponzu gasps as she spot her increased volume. "The hell? How did I grow a cupsize overnight?" She palpates her increased breasts. "So damn heavy, too!"
Alert: Ponzu's climbing heartrate and shallow respiration and several other chemical realeases suggest anxiety, possibly fear and panic.
Ponzu puts on a large sweater and some pants and walks out of the dormitory, half heartedly returning the greetings sent her way. Her destination seems to be the medical facility she was in yesterday.
Warning!: With our current numbers, any blood exam or bodyscan threaten to reveal our presence.
Orders?