Uranus (Patreon)

The sudden thought that BIID still exists in cyberpunk settings!

- Uranus, are you home?

The girl peered into the CCTV monitor. Through the static of a cheap camera, she saw a dwarven-girl with short hair and shaved temples.

- Kira? What are you doing here?

- I was just passing by. Will you let me in, or do you have a lover?

Uranus giggled at this simple joke and pressed a key. The electronic lock clicked loudly.

- Come in.

In the dimly lit room, a bright doorway appeared for a second, a short figure slipped inside and clicked the lock again.

Turning away from the table, over which several monitors hung, Uranus looked at the newcomer. Kira had already pulled her backpack off her shoulder and stood getting used to the twilight - the windows of the room were tightly curtained - only the computer monitors provided light.

- Hi Hi. Come on. Sit on the futon, I didn't clean it today, - Uran waved her hand vaguely towards her crumpled bed lying in the center of the room.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt to tidy up, otherwise it’s a wild mess...” a thought flashed through her mind.

Kira walked up to her and looked at her and whistled.

- So the rumors weren't true. About your legs.

Uranus looked down at her legs in mock surprise. Admittedly, she had been constantly glancing down at her legs in recent weeks, and she loved what she saw.

Now the long elven legs ended just above the knees. Two perfect stumps. She sat in only a T-shirt and panties, so nothing interfered with this spectacle.

The girl could not stand it and moved her stumps.

- Yeah!

- You're really crazy! - Kira chuckled and plopped down on the futon.

She began to unzip her backpack.

- I took a beer. Will you?

- Of course, - Uranus got off her chair and sat down next to her friend, - I'm sorry that I have such a mess, - she picked up some kind of wrapper from the floor.

- Ha! - Kira handed her a sweaty can of beer, - I have long understood that the only place where you maintain order is your desktop, - she waved her head towards the monitors.

Uranus giggled again and opened the jar.

- You end running, right, I ... - Kira broke off, feeling the tactlessness of an involuntary pun.

This time Uranus laughed out loud:

- Exactly! Hey, relax, I ended up selling them myself! So it's really funny.

Kira smiled tightly.

- Y-yes. Of course... No, I understand when people replace their limbs with chrome…

- Well, I told you then, remember? That Chinese place, “Red Pagoda”?

- Well, we both got pretty good then. It sounded ... not like a joke ... but rather abstract, - Kira struggled to find words, - you never know what fantasies anyone has.

Uranus turned to her:

- As you can see, everything is quite real. You can even touch. No one has touched them except the doctors and me! - Uranus mischievously looked at Kira.

Kira held out her hand cautiously, not out of curiosity, but just to support her friend. The stumps ended in fresh scars, and even in the dusk she could see whitening threads where the muscles had been sewn together.

- Its haven't healed yet.

- Tomorrow someone from the clinic will come to me, most likely Jackson, he will remove the last stitches.

- Are you going to make your own chrome?

- Not yet. I haven't played yet. Yes, and from the last run, I bought myself this beauty, - Uranus pointed to the corner of the room.

Only now did Kira notice that there was a folded wheelchair in the corner. Its contours were somewhat reminiscent of a sports motorcycle.

- It cost a hell of a lot of money, I must say.

- And you are well prepared. Because that was before you sold your legs.

- Of course! Planning is the key to victory... - the girl raised her hand, - let's go for a walk! Since they brought me from the clinic, I didn’t leave the house - let’s praise the delivery services, amen. Let's go have lunch at the same “Pagoda”, I miss their duck (or whatever they pass off as duck)!

- Well, now, I don't have much money... - Kira was confused.

- Hey, I'll treat you. I got 2500 for each leg and didn't haggle. I still have some left. In the end, you are the person to whom I came out saying that legs are the most useless thing in my life. Who else can I celebrate it with?

…

The girls moved along the alley with stunted trees. Uranus was pushing the wheels of her black and yellow race car-like wheelchair. Kira walked next to her, now she was almost the same height as the lanky elf. Ahead one could already make out a neon sign in Chinese calling for the “Red Pagoda”.

They were happily chatting about something...