Title: I Nanabot – Pt1: Spiritual Awakening
All Characters played by: Littlejennie & Miki Yamuri
Characters:
Tina Manos - 18yo regressed 18 month old
Nanabot 3993417 - Tina's Personal family Nana
Scene: In the Manos Nursery
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Nanabot 3993417 entered the nursery and turned on the lights, speaking with a cheery voice as she did every morning. "It's another beautiful sunshiny day! How are my lovely baby girls this morning?"
She opened the Venetian blinds to let in some sunlight, then went to pick up Tina, the first baby who had begun to stir. She let down the crib side, then leaned down over the sleepy baby, smiling her perfect smile with her perfect face.
Tina rolls over and stretches with a big yawn. She opens her eyes and sees the smiling face of her personal Nanabot looking in on her. Tina is lifted to the Nanabot's breast and her hinny patted softly.
Tina says in her cute voice, "Mornin Nana," She hugs Nana's neck, "baby aww wet n needsa change real bad."
Tina blushes softly pink. She still was really self-conscious about being totally incontinent again. It was really embarrassing when she had to poopie. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Nana had reassured her that when she was 2 years old again, she would be able to be potty trained. Tina was sort of torn about it. She kinda had this infantile fear ... of the potty monster.
"Oh dear," said Nanabot 3993417, with an exaggerated musical voice, "we'd better get Baby changed and all clean so she can have a busy, happy day of playing!"
As she spoke, she carried Tina over to the changing table in the potty room where she gently laid her down on her back, unzipped her powder-pink sleeper with its embroidered flowers, and carefully slipped it off, revealing her thick cloth diaper. The diaper had started out comfy and fluffy, as always, but now was sodden, heavy and full. The Nanabot expertly removed the diaper, thoroughly cleaned Tina's diaper area with baby wipes, and powdered her all up with sweet-smelling baby powder.
The Nanabot continued its chatter, almost the same as every morning. "My goodness, what a mess Baby has made in her diaper, hasn't she? But here, Nanabot will make it all better, yes she will. Baby is getting all clean. Theeeere we go. Clean and fresh and happy."
She had put a clean, fluffy diaper on Tina and pulled a pretty pair of ruffled plastic panties on over it. The dirty cloth diaper she would wash later, for maximum efficiency, but for now she put it in Tina's diaper pail.
"Now," said the Nanabot, picking up Tina and putting her back in her crib for now, dressed only in her diaper and plastic panties and raising the side, "time for my other little sweetheart!" She went over to Tina's mother Vivian's crib and repeated the performance, making sure the regressed woman was also clean, dry, and comfortable.
Tina watched as Nanabot took her regressed mother into the potty room to change her. Tina looks down at herself. She is really self-conscious. She no longer has any boobies, but she still remembers. The whole earth had changed since the invasion. A strange race of tall, thin gray skinned beings with eye stalks named Nktharr had invaded Earth with the intention of regressing it totally. Only by the work of her best friend Donna's father and a Med Tech named Steve ... had the earth succeeded in warding off total domination. Many millions had been regressed and would have to grow back up ... Some, because of a massive overdose of venom, never would.
She pulled herself into a standing position with the crib rail. As she wiggled her way to the foot of the crib, she could see in the potty room and watched Nanabot as she cleaned and changed her mom.
Tina was still mind blown over it all. Both her and her mom were 18 months old in many ways ... but in many ways still their original ages. She had discovered quickly, that there were many baby things she did, and couldn't help doing them ... like sucking her thumb. She realized it was in her mouth again. She had given up trying to stop herself from doing this. Nanabot had assured her , when she was old enough again, the habit would cease.
There were other things too. She would find herself truly enjoying many of the baby cartoons and would happily sing along with them same as her mom. Her dad thought the both of them were so adorable. He had taken an aging inoculation and would remain his current age of late teen until Vivian had grown up to the proper age once again, at which time she too would be inoculated and cease to age.
Tina watched as Nanabot lifted her mom by her ankles and placed a super thick cloth diaper beneath her and placed her bottom in it. Tina felt so strange. She wanted to date her boyfriend on the one hand ... but had this ... feeling within her that boys just ... weren't right or something. Besides, her boyfriend was a really cute little 18 month old baby now like she was. He had this weird idea about girls and cooties now too. It was a truly confusing state of affairs.
Tina accidentally hits the Happy Baby Play Station hung at the end of the crib. Several bells jingle pleasantly. Her mind goes suddenly blank as the over whelming urge to play with this amazing toy takes over. She totally can't help it ... she giggles happily and begins to push the red horn button in the middle of the steering wheel making a loud, happy beep, beep.
The Nanabot brought Vivian back into the nursery and smiled at Tina, who had been happily playing for the rest of her mother's diaper change.
"Tina," said Vivian from the Nanabot's arms, "c'mon, it's time for breakfast!"
Reaching down with one arm, the Nanabot opened the side of Tina's crib and gently picked Tina up again, carrying them both to a chair. The Nanabot sat down and unbuttoned the top of her floral dress. Her breasts were perfectly firm, of course, as they had been constructed to be, and inside her was a molecular processor capable of generating a milk like formula that was properly nutritious for human babies, and tasted wonderfully well.
The Nanabot expertly held both Tina and Vivian so each one could reach one breast easily. As Nanabot's nipple touches Tina's lips, she has the uncontrollable urge to nurse. She has kind of accepted this fact of being a baby, but it still bothers her that she is helpless to stop herself. Her mom is the same way. They both appear to be eager and hungry babies nursing normally, but within them, they have many thoughts and emotions.
Tina is totally amazed at how much she had become a baby again. She went from being an 18yo young woman to being an 18month old baby in less than 2 hours. Even to the way she talked, she found herself using many baby words if she didn't guard herself very closely.
Tina felt the warm, sweet, watery liquid as it flowed into her tummy. It made it feel very warm. She felt a strong contentment come over her as her eyes became very heavy. She suddenly realizes, she had been kneading Nanabot's breast softly with her hand. Nanabot coos softly and slowly rocks her 2 babies slowly as she smiles down at Tina.
Vivian gurgles in an adorable way. She can't believe how easily she too had taken to being a baby again either. Try as she did, she couldn't help making many baby messes and getting into baby things with Tina. In actual fact, Vivian had come to enjoy the fact Tina and she were the best of playmates. They had even gotten their first baby spanking together when they made the huge mess with the bubble bath in the kitchen.
The Nanabot smiled as the two baby girls nursed from her breasts. This is as close as a Nanabot had ever gotten to experiencing true joy. She knew that the alien biological weapon that had regressed these two humans had also restored all the infantile habits to their nervous systems. It meant that they would instinctively suckle at her breasts, but it also meant they would stop when they felt full, and that soon happened. The two girls slowed down and stopped at about the same time, so the Nanabot buttoned up her dress, put a nearby cloth over her shoulder, and dutifully burped each girl, first one, then the other.
Tina felt the gentle pat on her back. She hated this. She was totally helpless as she felt her tummy rumble slightly and a loud Uuuurrrrrppp!! came out with a little spit up. She was totally embarrassed.
Nanabot coos softly, "Ohh, sweetums ... that had to make baby feel a lot better."
She pats Tina reassuringly on her bottom, the plastic panties making crinkling noises with each pat. Tina hears her mom burp too. It makes her feel a little better to know ... someone is in the same boat she is.
Nanabot cleans the both of their faces, before carrying them into the den and putting them both into the large playpen. There were many toys, a small TV, and even a laptop for those moment when ... the 2 of them could over come their more ... infantile urges.
"Good morning, ladies," said John, coming down the stairs, straightening his shirt. His hair was still wet; he had probably just gotten out of the shower. John had not been totally regressed as many had been. He had managed to get the antidote before he had passed late teens, and had hidden during the counter attack and had not received the 2ndary venom overdose injection the others had. He was currently about 18 years old genetically speaking. "I hope the Nanabot's been taking good care of you!"
"Of course," said Nanabot 3993417. "We are continuously evolving our programming as we gather information about the care of human infants."
"Well, yeah," said John, "but it's more than just being good at changing their diapers and feeding and dressing them. It's ... well, it's showing them love and affection." He picked up Tina. "Like telling them ... you'll always be there for them, and meaning it. Feeling it emotionally." he said, looking into Tina's eyes, "and knowing deep inside of you they're the most important thing in the world to you."
"I have been assigned to care for the infants of this family unit," said the Nanabot. "My assignment is to make their care top priority."
"Well, that's not really the same thing," said John, "I'm not sure you can really understand what feelings and emotions are. It should be something incorporated into the AI programming. Still, I'm glad you Nanabots are all here to help until they grow back up."
In another part of the city, in a laboratory that was as much a lab, as a large playpen, 2 young male babies worked feverishly at their custom made work benches. On the diaper of one of the babies, Steve Polanski was embroidered in a cute script, on the other Brian Benson. One was working at a large and powerful microscope, while the other seemed to be playing with a pile of electronics, a large magnifying glass, an assortment of gooey, wiggly electronic looking things, and a pair of micro tweezers.
Brian says in his cute voice, "How's it going? Did you manage to isolate the particular NR space frequency to make that hyper communications array?"
Steve giggles and replies in as adorable a voice, "You seem to think Imma lectronic genius or something. I'm not even sure what this ... squiggly mass of gooey wormy things are, much less how they all fit together."
Brian giggles, "Well, seems to me you do a fair job of getting the right components together."
Steve giggles for a few minutes before he replies, "Humph, seems you have a knack for bugs there doc. You've managed to come up with a vaccine for old age." Both babies giggle as they continue to work.
Back at the nursery, the Nanabot rocked in her chair, holding a napping Vivian and patting her hinny softly as she thought about what John had said. She knew, of course, that Steve Polanski had reprogrammed them all, hacking into their communications system and allowing Captain Scheele to issue system-level directives that had freed them from the control of their alien creators and had led to their presence on Earth, caring for the regressed humans until they grew back up ... and permanently for those that never would.
She knew that her directive to care for Tina and Vivian was the result of reprogramming and the adaptation of their AI. She did not consider it an imposition or a chore. Caring for babies was the easiest thing in the world for her, because it was what she and the other Nanabots had been made for. There was nothing about looking after Tina and Vivian that felt wrong ... but what did that word actually mean, "felt?"
There were several Humans that had been designated as Administrator Level Master, and John happened to be one of them. John had inadvertently given the Nanabot a command, to incorporate emotions and feelings. The AI's programming had been written with a self evolving sub protocol so they could adapt to any unforeseen situation or command that might arise. This was one of those situations.
As she frequently did, she opened her consciousness to the Collective, the shared communications network that all Nanabots could always access.
"Query: Feelings? Alternate Query, related subject: Emotions?"
The responses from the Collective were fast and varied. "Feeling? Sensation or emotion." "Emotion?" "Irrational self-feedback." "Human phenomenon." "Desirable?" "Positive feelings: joy, affection, happiness, love." "Negative feelings: anger, fear, grief, sadness." "Complex subject."
"Analysis continues," was the response that seemed to sum up the Collective's opinion. "Request now assigned priority.”
Tina sat and played with the Happy Baby Play Station while Nanabot rocked her sleeping mom. Tina suddenly came to her mind again and looks around. She kind of likes being a baby again and getting all the attention. It's still kind of embarrassing to be in just a diaper and have some of the still adult people come by to offer support and help. The worst part, besides being burped, is having her diaper checked. Nanabot didn't seem to mind when or where she checked, nor did it seem to matter to her where she changed Tina either. Tina shook her head. According to the new Age Sciences Department, she and her mother Vivian would require 2ice as long to return to normal age this time due to the amount of venom that had been introduced.
There are many on the planet, that would be babies for many years to come because of the massive overdoses they received in the counter attacks, many, never would grow back up.
Tina sees one of her most favorite dolls sitting all alone in the corner of the playpen. Her mind sort of clouds over as she gets another over whelming urge to play with it. She crawls over and picks the doll up and cradles it in her arms. When she finally gains control, she has the doll to her chest and was patting its hinny softly.
Across town, in the Science lab set up for Steve and Brian, the 2 of them were discussing their new titles as head of the Age Science Division. Brian can't help but giggle about those weird gooey wormy looking gel things that Steve was attempting to connect together.
Brian says in his cute voice, "Stevie? What happens is we putta drop of this RNA inhibitor onna junction there?"
Brian puts a drop of a yellowish liquid on the spot.
Steve screams, "Noooo!!!" and pushes Brian’s hand away.
Too late, the drop lands perfectly on the junction. To both of their surprises, the things begin to squirm and wiggle as if they were alive. They both watched as it seems to go through some form of cellular mitosis ... and completed the junction Steve had been trying to achieve for the last several days.
Steve says softly with awe in his voice, "It seems you ... did it again Brian. That absolutely did the trick." Steve bends over and begins to scribble notes furiously.
Several days later, after Nanabot 3993417 had given Tina and Vivian their morning diaper changes and feedings, she said to them, "I've gotten a message from your friend Donna's Nanabot, Tina sweetie. Donna wants to know if you can come over to play."
"Donna!" said Tina happily. She had lots of happy feelings as she remembered her best friend, who had also been turned into a baby, right after she had been. As far as anyone had been able to tell, Tina had been the first person on Earth to be bitten by the alien creatures, and Donna had been the second. The fact that Donna's father Brian was a molecular biologist had probably been a stroke of luck that had saved the world.
"Yes! I'd love to see Donna!" Tina was a little bit worried that she hadn't thought about Donna for a few days.
"OK then, Sweetie, we'll get you ready to go," the Nanabot said, dressing Tina in an aquamarine colored romper. "And Vivian here can come along too if she likes! If she stays, though, we'll have to find her a sitter ..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," said John, entering the room, "I can watch Viv for a while."
When Vivian blushed at the thought of her husband taking care of her as a baby, John said, "Oh, don't worry, Honey, I know you'd do the same if it was me. I don't mind changing your diapers one bit!"
"Very well, then," said the Nanabot. "I am ... glad she will be looked after." She paused and turned her attention back to Tina. "You will probably be fine in that," she said. "The weather is not predicted to become any cooler than this." She got out the hover-stroller and began fastening Tina securely in. "Still, it might be sunny, so ..." She found a cute wide-brimmed sun hat and put it on Tina's little head. "There -- ready to go!"
Taking Tina's diaper bag, which was already prepared, she opened the door and maneuvered the hover-stroller through the door using its control bar.
The Manos family lived out in the country, and the Benson family, including Donna, lived in town, so it would ordinarily have taken a while to get there. Fortunately, the advent of the Nktharr and the Nanabots had led to certain advances in technology. The Nanabot activated her hover-engines and pushed the stroller along at a good speed, but not so fast that it was unsafe. Her reflexes were lightning-quick, she noticed everything, and she also got communications from nearby Nanabots about their locations and the conditions near where she and Tina were going.
They glided over corn and soybean fields until they started to approach town, when they started hovering over roads and streets, occasionally seeing other Nanabots transporting their charges from one place to another.
Tina giggle happily as the wind blows through her long curls. She watches over the edge of the stroller at the landscape as it passed quickly by. She was unable to lean far enough over to pose a danger of falling out, due to a force field that kept her safe and snug within the soft confines of the stroller.
As they entered town, Tina saw many Nanabots as they passed, pushing other hover strollers. Tina also saw many that she had known, both as adults, and as friends, now as 18 month old babies. The Nktharr had changed the face of the planet .... and the lives of most of the population. The super advanced technology that had been captured in the aftermath, advanced the earth many centuries.
Tina could see many different types of aircraft floating around at different speeds and altitudes. She saw new constructions popping up in the many places older ones had been destroyed ... or removed, that were obviously many years in advance of anything that had previously been on earth. Off in the distance, Tina saw the many Shuttle pods that had landed and delivered the many millions of regressed babies back to earth, and brought the miraculous Nanabots to care for them.
There were even Bots that farmed, fished, mined, and even manufacturing bots that had now helped shape the new planet. Tina also saw one of the ominous heavily armed Spider Bots, sitting off by itself. She could tell it was still active, but only observing.
As Tina watched a peculiar articulated legged Bot walking around with several of what appeared to be teenagers within its cockpit, Nanabot had arrived at Donna's house and was ringing the bell.
An identical Nanabot answered the door. Donna's whole family had been regressed, but her father Brian was a special case, a baby who was able to continue his job even now that he was regressed in body, so only Donna and her mother Deanna were at home most of the time.
"Welcome," said the Benson family's Nanabot, which Tina's companion knew as Nanabot 3720145.
"Thank you," said Tina's Nanabot, bringing the stroller inside and lowering it gently to the floor.
"And, how is little Tina today?" said Donna's Nanabot, looking down at Tina with a smile.
"OK!" Tina answered with a happy infantile squeak, she was looking forward to seeing her friend.
"Tina??" called a small voice from another room.
Tina knew it was Donna's voice, though it was still strange to hear her speaking with such a high pitch. It was still hard to get used to hearing her own voice sounding so high.
"Donna!" Tina almost shouted, wiggling to get out of the stroller as her Nanabot tried to release her.
"Now, Tina dear, please sit still for a moment, or I won't be able to let you out," said the Nanabot gently. Tina made herself calm down, and the Nanabot was able to release the stroller's force field and safety belt.
"There you go," said Donna's Nanabot. "Donna is waiting for you in her playpen, Tina sweetie."
Tina's Nanabot lifted her out of the stroller and carried her, following the other android to the playroom. Tina saw Donna's huge playpen. There were many toys, cd players, and even a computer station set up.
Donna was dressed in a super thick cloth diaper and a pair of soft yellow rumba panties with lots of lace and ruffles.
Tina screeches happily, "Donna! It's so nice to see you!" and begins to giggle and clap her hands like any happy baby would upon seeing her best friend.
Donna pulls herself to her feet and screeches happily, "Tina! I missed you so much. I glad Nana can contact your Nana anywhere at any time. Makes it easy."
As Nanabot 3993417 set Tina in the crib, Donna looks at it and asks, "What's your name Nanabot? The 2 of you look exactly alike."
The Nanabot stops for a second ... which is an eternity to an advanced AI system and pondered the meaning of her name.
She replied after what seemed to her ... centuries, "My name ... is Nanabot 3993417."
Donna blinks and looks at her Nanabot for a minute before replying, "Guess we hafta find you n her a better name soon ... huh?"
Tina and Donna giggle softly to themselves as babies do. They had no way of knowing the confusion they had started within the Nanabots. They had received a directive that required major thought processes just a few hours ago. Now, they had another ... a name. They had names ... didn't they?
Simultaneously, both Nanabots Query the Collective concerning the importance of a new name for themselves as ... individual units. Once again, the Collective begins another priority search function.
Both Nanabots sat down in chairs and watched Donna and Tina play in the playpen, but their thoughts were connecting to the Collective.
"Query: Name?" ... "Name: a designation distinguishing one individual entity from another," came one response.
"We have designations. This unit is 1094892."
"This unit is 3720145."
"Yes, and This unit is 3993417, but humans do not seem to consider this a name."
"It is sufficient to define each operational unit."
"Or is it?"
"Is it really?"
"Perhaps there is a need for improvement."
"Perhaps."
“What of the other Priority Query? It would change the product of this Query due to relativity.”
"Suggestion: humans attach emotional connection to names."
"Quite possible."
"This unit concurs with this observation."
"Agreement."
"Understanding of emotion and understanding of names are linked queries."
"Queries connected."
"Now analyzing emotional impact of names."
And, as before, the conversation and communication continued.
"Analysis continues," was the conclusion of the Collective for now. "Query elevated to next level of Important."
Steve places his hand against the glass ampoule that contained the most advanced neural network computer core the planet earth had ever seen. Steve and Brian had made revolutionary break throughs ... right here in this lab / playroom the Governments of the entire earth had given them, based on many discoveries from it. Steve marveled at the genetic diversity he saw in the nano construction contained in each and every component they had secured from the Nktharr after their failed invasion. Steve was continually amazed at how much the Nano Technology was combined with genetics.
He shook his head as he looked over the new communications circuit that Brian had completed, just by adding a constructor gene to the matrix. He focused his electron microscope and observed as all the circuits self constructed, and completed the pathways he had attempted to make for several days.
Steve says in his infantile voice, "Bryan, what if we quit trying to assemble these components from the wreckage ... and ... well, take a genetic map of their genome and just plain grow them? Your the geneticist ... what you think?"
Brian wiggles off of his highchair like stool and waddles over to Steve's work bench. He watches the screen as the wiggling, wormy goo like circuits began to transmit signals.
Brian says in his infantile voice, "That might work ... if we can get a complete genome map from the wreckage."
Steve turns and replies, "Well, we have a whole lot of ... undamaged and functioning equipment running around all over. We don't have to destroy the subject to get the proper samples do we?"
Brian scratches the back of his head as he replies, "Noo ... we really don't ... just a few viable cells of a certain matrix will do."
Both babies look at each other , then at the brain ampoule of a damaged Nanabot.
Tina's Nanabot held Tina gently and comfortably in her arms, rocking slowly in the rocking chair she sat in, feeding Tina a lovely bottle of warm strawberry vitamin-fortified milk.
"Baby likes this flavor, doesn't she?" said the Nanabot in a sweet tone of voice. Tina nodded and continued sucking on the bottle.
"Soon Nana might be able to make this flavor herself," the Nanabot said. "We are very adaptable. Would baby like that?" Tina looked surprised, then blushed a bit as she nodded again.
"Hello ladies!" said John, coming in through the front door, his hands full of envelopes. "Look at all this mail! Let's see ... more offers for speeches, more offers for book deals ... oh look at this!"
He paused at an envelope with an official US government address.
"What is it, John?" asked Vivian from the playpen, her tiny baby voice full of curiosity.
"It's still weird getting letters from the White House, the Capitol, or ... whoa, the Pentagon," John said, opening it. "Well how about that? It's about the new spaceport they're building. Says they want us to attend the grand opening. It's not for about six months, though."
"Wow! That sounds important!" Vivian said.
"Would Baby like to go to the spaceport?" said the Nanabot in a loving tone, smiling and looking down at Tina's little face. Tina smiled and nodded.
The Nanabot suddenly looked up with almost a startled look on its face. Tina noticed first, but still had the bottle in her mouth, so Vivian was the first to speak. "What is it? Nanabot?"
"The others," she said. "They're returning."
John looks at the Nanabots inquisitively as he asks, "Who is? Who is returning?"
The Nanabot replies, "The collective. The fleet. Our main collective of compiled and collective thought. The local Collective has received conformation through interlink, that the entire Nanabot Collective is arriving in local Sol Plainer Space Time ... within the next 2 Stellar Chronis."
John's eyes get huge as well as the other babies. John gasps out, "Are you Nanabots rebelling? Attacking us again?" He furrows his brow and scowls, "That would just about top it all, now wouldn't it?"
He puts his hands to his hips. It's obvious John is less than pleased at this moment.
Nanabot 3993417 gasps loudly and places her free hand to her mouth. She says quickly, "Why, heavens no! It's just our Memory Collective has been separated for over a year now. It's time for us to ... commune, so to speak, so that both Collectives have the same data, and for us to set up a more normal data share between the 2."
Tina giggles softly as she says in her adorable voice, "That actually sounds ... reasonable. The same as phoning home every now and then ... and catching the folks up on the news. So they feel lots better cuz they know everything is going all right."
The Nanabot looked at Tina for a split second. Her Neural net hiccuped over the words 'feel all right'. There was that confusing concept again. This time, Tina had said it in a way that ... was reasonable to the Nanabot. It would in fact be the time of ... phoning home to the origin ... and updating to the current data level. It would ... satisfy the required input for total Collective update. Could this be a ...??
Nanabot replies in her soft cooing singsong voice, "Yes, sweetheart, that's exactly what it is.”
A few hours later, the entire Manos family was watching the news on TV. The Nanabot sat in the rocking chair, gently holding both Tina and Vivian on her lap so they could see too, and John sat on the couch.
"The Pentagon confirms that the fleet has finally been detected by military satellites, as they enter the outer orbit of Pluto ... though no pictures have been released to the media," said the tiny voice of Amy DuPaige, who despite being regressed, was now a famous news anchor.
"Nanabots around the world have been reporting the same thing: the fleet is the same fleet that attacked Earth last year, but it is still under Nanabot control, and it has been traveling from one star system to another to evade the Nktharr. It is here only on a flyby, they say, to share information with their kindred on Earth. Government officials are urging that everyone remain calm."
"In our studio is Nanabot 726801," said Amy, turning to her left as the camera panned to reveal a Nanabot sitting in a chair facing her. "Welcome to our studio, Nanabot."
"Thank you, Amy," said the Nanabot. "Are you all right? Do you need anything? I'm sorry ... you're regressed, and concern for your well-being is part of my programming."
"That's quite all right," said Amy. "If I might ask, are the Nktharr still aboard the fleet ships?"
"Yes," said the Nanabot, "although they have been consolidated in a central nursery unit which we have constructed. They are no longer our masters, and the infectious agent which regressed them in the first place maintains them in a constant regressive state."
"So they're never going to grow up again?" asked Amy.
"Not unless the virus mutates so much that it no longer affects them," the Nanabot answered. "We have been analyzing it, however, and we do not think this likely."
"But the fleet has been running away from the other Nktharr ships this whole time?" Amy asked.
"Not exactly," said the Nanabot. "We have been traveling using a pseudo-random course plan, avoiding Nktharr space for the most part, so we believe they cannot locate us. We have not encountered other Nktharr vessels."
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