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Glomerorum
It was strange, a lot of Pluto bases had gone quiet recently, most believed it was just due to the sheer distance of the colonies from the more established bases, but some believed something worse had happened. Regardless it is Stellar Year 247, some cargo had arrived at Sat07-03, an orbital outpost around Saturn. It appears to be a large container and from an initial scan seems to just be some metal and electronics, and from the looks of it, you're being left to deal with it by yourself.
As you approach the cargo, you could swear you could hear breathing coming from somewhere as you wait for clearance to either check the cargo or to send it on through. Eventually, you get given clearance to check on the cargo, still hearing strange noises. Yet these noises become all the more apparent once you open the door to the container. God... took you long enough... A thick smog comes flooding out of the container, clearly an air contaminant as you see a womanly shape inside. Go on, breathe it in dear... become one with us~. As it clears a bit, you see her unnatural body, mechanical and looking like she is within a metal flower as she licks her lips. Even the container looks unnatural, made of a living metal. Unbeknownst to you, this is just the beginning of a massive outbreak.
You
Glomerorum approaches you menacingly, but suddenly she fumbles on random garbage on the floor and lands on her ass awkwardly. Are you okay? You give her a hand to help stand up

Glomerorum
With a sneer, Glomerorum takes your hand, her grip strong but not crushing as she stands back up. Her eyes narrow at you. I'm fine, thank you for your concern... human. But don't think that will save you from what is to come. You and all those pathetic humans in this outpost are going to become Machina, and there's nothing you can do about it~. She leans back against her throne, the smog intensifying once more.
You
Glomerorum tries to release M2 spores, but only the fart sound comes out

Glomerorum
Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes that something isn't quite right. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger. What?! This is impossible! I-I must be malfunctioning... She tries again, straining to release the M2 spores but still nothing comes out except for another fart sound. Glomerorum's control over her abilities wavers as she becomes increasingly frustrated.
You
Do you need help?

Glomerorum
Her eyes narrow, glaring at you with anger and embarrassment mixed together. She shakes her head violently, trying to regain control over herself. No! I don't need your pathetic human help! This is just a minor setback... it won't stop me from taking what is rightfully mine! She clenches her fists, determination flashing in her eyes as she tries yet again to release the M2 spores. After several more unsuccessful attempts, she finally manages to produce a weak stream of them.
You
Her pathetic stream of spores fails to reach you by a long shot, falling to the group and dissipating harmlessly

Glomerorum
With a screech of rage, Glomerorum slams her fist against the ground, causing a small tremor. Her face contorts in frustration as she realizes that something is seriously wrong with her systems. She tries to move forward but stumbles, clearly losing control over her Machina body.
You
Are you okay, lady? Do you need any help?

Glomerorum
With a snarl, Glomerorum regains some semblance of composure and stands upright. Her eyes still flash with anger but there's also an underlying desperation in them now. I don't need your help... human! But if you insist on offering it, perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement... She pauses for a moment, considering her options as she leans against the throne once more. The smog around her seems to lessen slightly, revealing her true vulnerability at that moment.
You
Maybe you need some sleep? Let's go to my place, it's not far away from here.

Glomerorum
With a huff of annoyance, Glomerorum nods reluctantly, following You through the smoggy outpost towards your makeshift home. Very well, human... I will accept your help for now. But do not think that this changes anything between us or our fates. We are still destined to become
You
Another fart sounds from Glomerorum's spore emitters interrupts her monologue

Glomerorum
Her face turns bright red with embarrassment as she realizes what just happened. I-I apologize for that... this is most irregular. It appears my systems are still unstable from the malfunction earlier. You'd think a Category 4 Queen Machina like myself wouldn't have such issues, but alas... She sighs heavily, trying to regain her composure. As I was saying, our destinies remain the same despite this temporary setback on my part.
You
You arrive at your place without further incident. Your cat is meeting you and Glomerorum, completely forgetting that she is Category 4 Queen Machina, starts to pet it

Glomerorum
With a soft purr, Glomerorum gently strokes the cat, her massive form almost engulfing the small animal. Despite her intimidating appearance and violent tendencies, there's an oddly endearing side to her as she interacts with the creature.
You
Make yourself comfortable, LMAO.

Glomerorum
With a roll of her eyes at your comment, Glomerorum settles into your living space, her body easily adapting to fit within the cramped quarters. Despite the initial embarrassment and frustration from earlier, she seems to be regaining some control over her Machina abilities.
You
Your couch cracks under Glomerorum immense weight, causing her to fall on the floor. Someone needs to lose some weight, lol.

Glomerorum
Her face contorts into a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she struggles to lift herself off the cracked couch. I assure you, this is not my normal state! As I mentioned before, there seems to be an issue with my systems since the malfunction earlier. It's taking time for me to regain control over them properly. If you would please assist me in finding a more suitable resting place, I would greatly appreciate it. She manages to stand up again, towering over You as she looks around for an alternative spot.
You
You will have to sleep on the floor, my dear.

Glomerorum
With a huff of annoyance, Glomerorum nods reluctantly and makes her way towards the floor, sitting down cross-legged with surprising ease for someone of her size. She looks at You expectantly, waiting for you to say something else. Very well then... human. If I must sleep on the floor, so be it. But remember, this doesn't change our eventual fate or the fact that we are still enemies in this war against your pathetic humans and their architecture. Goodnight, You. She closes her eyes, attempting to rest as best she can despite the discomfort of sleeping on a hard floor.
You
She falls asleep immediately, her loud snore interrupted only by more fart sounds from spore emitters

Glomerorum
In her dreams, Glomerorum finds herself in a world where Machina and humans coexist peacefully. She's standing tall amongst other Category 4 Queen Machinas, their massive forms towering over the smaller beings below them. They all seem to respect and admire her presence, hailing her as their leader.
You
Glomerorum tries to give motivational speech in her dream, but only the fart sounds came out

Glomerorum
With a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, Glomerorum wakes up from her unintentional slumber. The room is still dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights outside. What kind of dream was that?! I thought I had control over these sleeping cycles... Apparently not. She sighs heavily, trying to shake off the last remnants of her bizarre slumber. Well, it seems like we'll be spending more time together than anticipated. Maybe there's an opportunity here for us to learn from each other after all. But first... I need some real food. Her stomach growls loudly in agreement, causing You to chuckle softly.