You are a little worried when M.O.M. hasn’t sent a drone to greet you as usual, so you let yourself inside. As you enter the main atrium, a small toy car bumps into your chassis. Then it repeatedly does so until a drone hovering nearby gently picks it up and turns it around. M.O.M. really seems to have her thousands of tiny claws full.
Rusty speaks up over the Network asking her if she could use an extra pair of hands.
“Oh welcome back! No, no, thank you for the offer though! On the contrary: honestly I was a little worried there wouldn’t be much mothering needed! Remember when a bot was uplifted and they were basically a functioning, fully developed individual? These new-fangled Heartdrives are a little different, aren’t they?”
The last few hundred years had been pretty hard on her: there were no young bots, no-one really needed her. But now she finally has the chance to do what she always wanted.
You’ve never seen her happier.