I had never seen any cyborgs use accessories. He frowned at me. "No one actually gave me these. These are made from my nanites." he said with a sad tone. I asked why he made them. "My eyes and nose are human." he added. Going over him with another look, he was slightly shorter than Peyton, Connie or the other andromorphs. Maybe a couple of inches or so. I pat him on the head gently. In a very awkward way, he simply stood there. It seemed like he genuinely did not know what to do in response to a show of human affection. Or any affection at all. His whole body tensed up. Armor plating rose to the surface of his skin. "Thank you for waiting here for me. Do you have a chest port!? We can go down to the clan building and download some upgrades into you." I offered. He nodded his head. The boy looked really excited about it. "Can I be part of your clan!?" he asked. "Of course you can! I'm the clan engineer of PBJ Clan, the strongest and most advance on all the continent." He was beaming with happiness. It was kind of creepy how he was just standing though.
Cooping up in this room was the problem. I would have to socialize him. "Hey. I am a biological parent for you. We can hug if you want to express affection or want some affectionate attention from me. Let me show you." I said before demonstrating a hug physically. He hugged me back. Due to his strength, he was squeezing me pretty hard. I was strong, but it would probably crush a regular human. "Use half of your strength when hugging someone who is not me. I don't want you to hurt anyone." He nodded his head. It was time to go. Down in the AEP lab, I looked him over. He looked back at me. "I want to give you a name. That is what sets members of PBJ Clan apart from the other, weaker clans." I said. He looked eager for a name. I decided to go for Myles. He seemed really happy. Smiling, he sat in the chair. Because he had a functional chest port, it was compatible. Myles was able to connect to the chairs in the AEP lab and download blueprints he wanted. Thankfully, he was like Chase in that way. He closed his eyes to visualize it in his mind. He then let out a small groan.
I asked what he had done. "I can't visualize the database. It won't go through to my eyes because I have human DNA there. This is not for humans." "Uh-oh. How are you going to see the options!?" I asked. That did not seem good. Sighing, he said "I have to route the listing to my glasses." I nodded. He slipped them over his face. After half a minute, he smirked. "It's working. I can read it from the lenses of the glasses." Myles said. That was good. Now, he could see all of the catalogue of things I had unlocked. As it downloaded from the machine, his body began to create it. The snow white nanites shifted and wiggled as his body constructed the big cannon. His was a different color from all the others. Myles looked fascinated about the process. A massive plasma cannon was centered in the center of his chest. They also went for arm blades and a pair of shotgun barrels on their upper backs, one above the other. This version of the shotguns had 15 armor piercing rounds in the magazines due to the upgrades from the research I had completed by that point. That was a great choice.
