"Not sure about this."
Medusa grumbled and buried her face in Jester's neck as she scrolled through cybernetics catalogues on her tablet.
"C'mon, we're just looking! You don't like your body, lets see what our options are."
Jester reached her hand back and gently drummed on the side of Medusa's helmet with her fingers. It usually calmed her down, she liked to think of it as the Medusa version of stroking her hair.
"Options are expensive."
"Lookin's cheap. Do you want to be a government killbot for the rest of your life?"
Medusa squeezed her tighter.
"No."
"So make a wishlist with me! We can figure out how to make it work later."
"Setting up for disappointment."
"You're disappointed now."
Medusa made a tone that was probably meant to be a whiny grumble.
"Show me."
"Yessss. Okay, what are we looking for here?"
"Better voicebox. Human-standard jaw replacement." Medusa said, peeking over her shoulder.
"Okay, wh-"
"Terran type 3 connector."
"Okay." Jester and Medusa watched as the screen filled with compatible cybernetics, pictures accompanied with star ratings and prices in the tens of thousands of credits. "I mean, that's not that bad." Jester said, trying to calculate how long it would take her to save up enough for just this one part.
"Pretty bad."
"Yeah, but there's like, there's orgs that help with this shit. Insurance that covers it. It's not impossible."
"Search full body chassis. Terran type 6 neck connector."
Jester punched in the search, and another page of results populated the screen.
She whistled.
"That's, I mean, we could afford that eventually" She said.
"Or could afford a house eventually."
"It's- Any number of things could happen. Maybe the government will be like 'Hey, please never tell anybody we did techno-necromancy on you. Here's a sweet bod.' and you can just get whatever you want on their dime."
"Unlikely. Cheaper and safer to decommission. Get used to killbot girlfriend."
"It's not about what I can or cannot get used to." Jester said. "I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin."
"Have very little skin."
"Dusa."
Medusa bumped her forehead against Jester.
"Can cope. Had years to come to terms with it."
"But you shouldn't have to cope!" Jester whined. "You should be happyyyy."
"Am happy enough." Another gentle headbutt. "Stop fussing."
"Ugggh."
Medusa rolled her eyes and reached for the tablet, typing in a serial number from memory.
"Hypothetically. Want this one "
Jester whistled again as the page loaded, though this time not just at the price tag.
"Wow, look at the tits on you." She said.
"Not why."
"Still." Jester said, scrolling through the specs. "Dusa this would make you seven feet tall. It can lift 1,500 kilos? Skin can withstand small arms fire, chassis can withstand anti-tank weaponry?"
"Like how intimidated people are by me. Want to maintain."
"What the fuck. Where did you even find this? Is this military hardware or just the world's most expensive amazon fetish gear?"
"Think both."
