How teddy bears are made

Today we catch our darling STEM touring the halls of The Colony. Not hers of course, but one of five. This particular tour is her invitation. Sixteen and ready to choose-will it be genetics?
She follows a hive injector marveling at what the introduction of honey bee had done to her eyes. It wasn’t new-oh no she’s seen this before. Every Colony has them, secretaries, created right here.
Genetics.
Her eyes are wide-it’s beautiful!
“So, miss-”
“STEM” the young girl interrupts adjusting her glasses as she moves to the left of her guide, eyes fixed.
The injector knows what she’s looking at-they all look! Who wouldn’t?
“Ah, yes, STEM,” she smiles. Her eyes all a flutter as she nods politely ,“So. STEM,” extending her arm she beckons forward, “as you can see our facilities are up to date with all Colony upgrades coming to us prior to any other location. I’m sure you are aware that this location is responsible for all Adapted like myself.”
Delicate, almost impossibly thin hands touch her chest as she fully faces her guest. To her displeasure the child is still fixated on her eyes, like all Honey Bee Adapted her eyes had grown and split forming into compound structures, unlike other Adapted they retained their color. Blue. Soft, ice blue-now in compound! Everybody stares.
“STEM, if I could redirect your attention to the workstations behind us you may-”
Moving closer to the guides face, uncomfortably so, the curious teen pushes her round glasses up pointed nose, examining.
“No, I’m not interested in anything behind you,” her face is dangerously close to the Injector’s right eye, “You’ve got to tell me about this. I’m curious. Have-”
“Miss!” she stamps her sensibly heeled foot almost losing her manners, “You are here to examine the facilities-not my eyes! And I would kindly ask you to respect my personal space,” her voice has its usual ever present tremble, but her annoyance is clear.
STEM shrugs taking a step back, “Look we wouldn’t be having this discussion if you’d show me something good. I really don’t want to see the Ticket masters, or the Adapters-everyone has seen the footage. Show me the labs.”
Our fiery colonist sighs. STEM knows where she’ll end up and it has way more explosions. She’s only really here because they told her to visit at least three facilities.
The Honey Bee is displeased-this is her favorite part! But this is not her tour and customer service is a must.
“Very well, follow me.”

STEM follows her down deeper into The Colony the glass elevator doors revealing floors of animal enclosures which the Injector explains is for breeding and conservation. Some of the species: spectacular colors, others hidden in exotic plants-wonders rarely seen outside these walls. The only perk it’d seem of choosing this life.
“You wanted something good, correct? Well this is something magical.”
The doors split open revealing not an animal enclosure, but what looked like a storage room. Grey and almost industrial looking. STEM is not pleased and it’s noticeable in her frown.
“Well don’t just stand there looking sour, come out and see,” she extends her arms, smiles wide, “This is where teddy bears come from!” her giggle is a vibrating buzz.
Round lenses gleam, “Teddy bears, you say?“
Inside the room she finds the walls are lined with metal boxes, each square numbered with rectangular slits at the top.
“Yes, those cute, cuddly companions introduced to us long, long ago by a dead president-created right here! Just open that slot.”
She’s standing next to STEM now almost to her shoulder.
“Just grab the tab and turn it to the left. I suggest 253-she’s the cutest!”
Taking one step forward and then another she inhales, deeply, slender fingers taking hold of the tab. She exhales, something doesn’t feel right. Sliding the tab with a shh and locking it into place with a clank she sees it, the teddy bear.

It’s
-her-
nose wiggles sniffing the fresh air.

STEM inhales sharply slamming the slot shut. The action elicits a wave of pathetic adorable moans originating from center, but fillingp the room in an instant. She jumps back bumping into the bee.
“Cute, huh?” she’s smiling, but our little lady is just frustrated.
“That’s a live bear? Like from before? In a box? You put a bear in a box?” STEM can’t help herself.
“Me? Oh no, I’m just a worker. No, but the toy makers do-that’s what we call them internally. Selective breeders handle the bears and when these little guys are ready-well they are just the most loving creatures.”
Our girl hates pointlessness.
“I’m done here,” Throwing her hands up she heads towards the elevator mumbling, “goddamned bears in boxes.“

Stephanie Merle Nakamura

She’s sitting in the waiting room kicking her feet just above the floor, the chair too big for the tiny girl. “This is it” she whispers to herself looking at the floor “this is my only shot”repeatedly pushing round glasses back up her sharp little nose “I got in. I know. I. Got. In.” Foot steps. Her ears perk “six sets” heart pounding in her ears “this is it!” she squeaks to herself.
Her mother and fathers shoes fall before her eyes dare to rise up the light turning lenses to mirrors-they’re smiling!
The recruiter is beside them-he’s smiling too! “Welcome to the colony Stephanie” his voice startles her as she notices her parents eyes are shaking. They’re crying-tears of joy?
“May we have a moment” her mother says weakly he mutters an of course and steps away. Both parents kneel down to eye level with their eight year old daughter “honey, you know papa and I love you very much”
“Yes” little Stephie smiles-she had to have gotten in!
Her father puts a heavy hand in her knee “Stephie, mama and I, we had no idea-”
Mama interjects “what it would mean if you got in-”
Eyes wide with excitement “I got in!?” jumping up she begins to scream in elation jumping up before mama’s form hands bring her back to sitting.
“Yes. Now, Stephanie listen.” Her voice is serious, but all the child can think of is happy. “If you join the colony program you won’t live with us anymore. They’ll take you, right now and-and-”
Papa jumps in “we see you for at least ten years.” His voice is grim, they weren’t prepared for this, none of the website mentioned it. No one mentioned it, until today, after testing.
“Now? I get to go now!?” her little heart can hardly contain the excitement.
This is what they were afraid of “is that what you want, Stephanie?” her mother is horrified because she is not surprised.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She’s on her feet again bouncing on the chair as the recruiter returns handing the girl a white lab coat. Throwing the coat on she continues to bounce in circles “I did it! I did it! I did it!”
The recruiter laughs saying “yes, you did kid. In fact you scored so well I’m taking you to the fourth sector” his eyes are salivating, he pulled gold today.
Mama grabs her once again “honey are you sure? What about mama and papa?” Stephanie is their only child.
“I’ll see you in ten years” she says matter-of-factly her voice almost dry. Her parents exchange looks and resign themselves, but before they can say goodbye she’s gone.
Stephanie’s walking out of the waiting room hand in hand with the recruiter. “At least she’s happy mama” her father sighs hands on his wife’s shoulders.
“Yes, but it would have been nice if they’d told us before” she sulks “now I’ve nothing for the gala”

Updates

The sterile air crackles as Betty makes her way to the lab this techno-cutie only moments away from the surprise of her life!

Just before crossing the threshold Betty stops seeing a rather crazed looking woman smash a microscope over a rather wide man’s head. Repeatedly. Screaming in between thrust “THE.” smash “FUCKING.” smash “NERVE.” smash “OF.” smash “SOME.” at this point the pair are obscured by the lab table the man having fallen from the blows long ago. Betty waits. “PEOPLE.”
The woman leaps up almost chimpanzee like holding the microscope with both hands, lifting it above her head, long legs spread and bent, round glasses gleaming, and white button up shirt wide open exposing rather ample breast. Smash, down the maniac went out of sight once again. Betty waits.
The animal let’s out of wail “STEAL FROM ME! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD STEAL FROM ME!?” Cue the evil villain laugh and Betty has waited too long.

Like a whisper our robo-fantasy glides to the other side of the table to see a fiend covered in blood this lab coat clad woman hands up, head thrown back, glasses reflecting the ceiling completely consumed. Cough-Betty will have to be louder-cough, cough, cough-
“Hello!” She scares herself with the outburst, but it worked.
With a wail the bloody killer lady jumps back finger pointed “who are you!?” then she notices her heels sinking into the dead guys eye socket. “Oh….” after a long silent pause “fuck…fuck!…. oh fu-”
Betty has again waited long enough “excuse me!” glasses too attention “thank you, now if you will I’ll need a bit of assistance with those pesky cameras.” She points a white gloved finger toward the security cameras. With a gulp they begin to work Betty now introduced to the wonder scientist dubbed STEM and STEM now aware that cross-hatched humans do exist!
Having hooked Betty’s systems into the labs computer she let the magnificent creature do her thing for the moment nothing but, buzz buzz buzz. With STEM salivating over her circuits-improvements can be made!
Betty’s eye visor flashes static infested blue. Full attention to the monitor they re-watch the scene. Back and back they go once they get to the pleasant exchange the picture stops. “They have it all…” she breathes seeing a marvelous career fade away. As dreams shatter visor again flashes this time a static orange to black back to blue and the footage rolls on.
This time the pleasant exchange ends with both parties leaving. Safe, sound and more importantly alive. Her glasses fog as tears well she’s so happy the energy bursting from her she shouts “THAT’S SO COOL!”
covering her mouth instantly she laughs muffled like a maniac once more.

Then black turns to white, a blinding white light-almost like birth burning the unused retinas. Then two large round dark shadows appear “you there my corky one?” she can feel her breath on her chin, lips twitch “don’t move honey I’m putting the visor on” click, click static then sight. “How are you feeling?”
With the voice of a mouse she smiles “the update appears to have been a success.”

 

HAMmer time

Ladies and gentlemen today we are in for a treat!

We find ourselves with the ever so pleasant petite princess of peril and the mad mistress of science-WOAH what an unlikely duo! It’s gonna be a fun one~

Little miss pocket appears to have a hammer as she giggles with glee smoke and debris obscuring the scene. The ever observing STEM sitting out of its reach her glasses turned mirror in the sunlight her grin sharp-the tool works! But adjustments must be made. “Polly!” she calls stamping heeled foot the explosions only marred by the girls manic laughter “Polly we’re done here! GIVE ME THE HAMMER!”
Our little lady’s ears perk as her feet lift off the ground, her new friend meeting it’s target. “Weeeeeee!” she cheers watching the bomb come apart sheltered under STEM’s brilliant design. Floating above its handle the hammer sticks to the exploding landing. Giggling her head off she somersaults out of the test zone landing in front the lab coat clad nerd. “What if I don’t want too?” smirking her bubbly eyes cloud-pocket likes this toy.
Lowering glasses to the tip of pointed nose STEM examines the girl “hmm?” eye brow rises. “That would be rather silly, wouldn’t it, Polly?” blunted nails tap clipboard as she watches the much tinier woman itch. The thing about real psychos is they know how another ticks.
Candy coated lips curl ear to ear “silly, you say?” big bug eyes bug and  head tilts dramatically. “Si-”
Never let crazy beat crazy “yes, precisely-silly. That hammer is yours in due time, but if you must be difficult, well-” pushing glasses back to place, sunlight turning them to mirrors, head raised, chin up “well then I’d have to find a new you.” The tone is unhinged and the smaller animal knows it’s place.
“Heh… like you could replace me” the hammer in the upper faced palms of her hands. She curtsies to its release.
Locking eyes she takes the weapon both women know, yeah  they both know. Smirking “of course I could, but I’d rather not.” with her free hand she flips a treat to our princess who opens wide catching the piece with grace.
“Mmmmmmmmm! So good!” She dances around the inventor “I love HAM!” STEM burst into laughter placing the hammer in its case as into the sunset the dancing, ham loving, weapons tester prances away.