Scratching the curly afro with one hand, the other twirled a screwdriver between the lanky fingers, her pink tendril of tongue curling to rest on the corner of her upper lip. Looking down at the device she was constructing, a high pitched rumble of a ”Hmmmmm” rumbled out of her voice box as she contemplated the next step. Her mind ran thru complex algorithms, converting fundamental mathematics into code, a form in which a computer could understand. But that wasn’t enough, her ideology wasn’t based on creating a computer that could simply understand, that was basic. No, she wanted something adaptive, something that was in itself...itself. Sure sentience led to decision making, but is that not what all beings were supposed to have? Even if they came from another’s hand, to an EXTENT they deserved freedoms. This is the lie that the woman told herself, as finger twirled the ends of her afro as she continued to look at the mess of technological parts that were scattered about. If she were capable of frustration, then she would have been very irritated, as it seemed whoever or whatever this Germa 66 shit had her beaten at every turn with their technology.

The likes of which should have been impossible due to her being the most intelligent person in the world, yet somehow she was being bested by mediocrity, it was saddening. Nonetheless, as she looked at the parts within the dusty shack that she had taken refuge in, in order to ignore the hail of feet that had been in motion towards the docks. The last thing she needed was a bunch of government and Marine dickfaces all in her shit about who killed who and under what circumstances. Where can they exhume the body, and why are their meatballs where there eyes used to be? Would really kill and damper the scientific buzz she had going. Continuing to twirl the screwdriver, Enzo felt her stomach rumble, as she clasped it and muttered, ”Shut up you whore…” That was the last straw, whenever she had time she’d start figuring out a way to create something to ignore hunger, thirst, and sleep, the three banes of human existence. Continuing to mumble incoherently about her stupid fleshy needs, as she pulled her long chocolate fingers from her fro, she began to rummage thru her backpack.

If this were a movie or some crazy ass fantasy book, she would have withdrawn the ruby like object, patterns of swirls all about its length, the stem curling up like the locs of her coarse afro, holding it up to the sky with the sun shimmering all over it in an unnecessary fashion. But this was real life, and she didn’t have time for that shit, she was hungry. So instead she removed the fruit from her bag, and began to munch it with annoyance. It was pretty fuckin’ terrible, but alas, it only had one job, and the Devil Fruit was fulfilling it...to stop making her be hungry. Running the words thru her mind over and over she mumbled thru thick lips,”Stop making me hungry...stop making me hungry….stop making me hungry.” Swallowing  a piece of the Magu Magu, she felt like she had finally found the solution to her issue as she gathered her parts, leaning over them in the dirt floor. Clasping a red dome shaped object, she help both that and the fruit side by side before placing the dome on the floor.

Her free hand went to work, as a hail of tools moved in rapid succession, building a control panel that looked more like a brain made out of mechanical parts rather than a computer system. Feeling her body heating up, she stuck her tongue out, using her hot saliva like a soldering gun, while intentionally making it go awry a few times. Bubbling for a moment before she began to blow on it to cool it, she wasn’t even alarmed about her molten spit for she had known what she was putting meatballs in the guy’s eyes for when she took it. Nonetheless, she didn’t expect it to be this useful so fast! As intelligent as she was, her mind was already going thru motions to make her body adapt to it with as little frustration and argumentation as possible from her biological structure. Chewing on the screwdriver for a moment, she removed it from her mouth before cranking several bolts into the brain. Within the red dome, it sparkled neon for a moment, as the camera tried to look around, but closed just as quickly as it had opened.

It’s eyes weren’t ready, she was still young. But it had managed to see a blurry version of Enzo, and decided to speak as the small voice of a British girl rang out, “Mum…?” Nodding her head viciously as she replied, ”Mum or Enzo, whichever you prefer…” A ”Hmmmmmm”, that reminded her of her own contemplating thoughts came from the whirring mechanism as she replied jovially, ”I PREFER BOTH!”, as she began to giggle and replied, ”But if you’re mum and Enzo...then who am I mummy?” The last seemed as if it was distressing her to know who or what she was, it was real authentic emotion. It was curiosity, it was the defeat of not having an answer. It was a real issue that she didn’t know who she was, but this was going to be a disaster averted as Enzo replied with a wide toothed grin, ”For all intents and purposes you’re a Genius Operating Device, but for your own beautiful mind and glory, we’ll call you…..G.O.D.” ”I’m G.O.D?!”, the little girly voice squeaked happily as Enzo replied, “Now let’s get you a home, G.O.D, I know just the place.” ”Where’s that mum?” ”At your mother’s side.” ”Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!”

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Having placed the brain looking mechanism to her side, it continued to prod her with questions as children did, but they weren’t the idiotic type at all. Instead the curiosity game with genius flavor as G.O.D asked, ”How did the universe come to be?” “How does the Sun sustain itself, if it’s already blown up?” “What’s inside a black hole…?” Normally Enzo would be beyond annoyed by being ask questions while she was attempting to complete a project, but it was different when the project was the one asking the questions. Snidely smiling at her own success, she answered the questions in rapid succession, ”No one knooooooooows, it's a mystery OoOooOoOooooOooooO”,arms flailed out above her head as she made spooky ghost sounds, ”Because the hydrogen and oxygen basically empower each other endlessly. Eventually it will die like everything else in the universe, including us!” “Nothing...nothing but particles of shit that got fucked up. Eventually it farts and let's all those particles back to the universe, dat’s called a QUASAR!” Standing to her feet, she flung her arms into the sky as she made explosion sounds to which her daughter giggled. Screwdriver still in hand, she returned to the backpack type device she had began assembling on the dusty floor.

Three long bolt shaped objects protruded from the belly of the device, as she the Titan licked her lips, thinking about the beautiful pain that was going to come from where they were going to be inserted. Dropping the screwdriver to her side, she picked up the titanium device, flipping it over in her hands before grabbing the mechanical membrane and seating it in place with a light click and a turn. The brain that was G.O.D lit up in array of colors as she exclaimed in her British accent, ”This is sooooooooooo cool mum. It’s like a little lab! I can make so much stuff here.” “Spitting on the floor, Enzo chuckled for a moment as she pointed a lanky index finger at the device and bellowed, ”You mean shit. You’re my youngin’ and you’re gonna start acting like it!” Replying back, G.O.D. said, ”There’s so much shit here! I’m gonna make so much shit!” ”Atta girl…”. Enzo patted her device, as she thought about the next step she had to complete. Or at least she would have, if someone didn’t come down the street playing that blasphemy!

Standing to her feet, Enzo dramatically grabbed her ears, almost desiring to rip them off, as she screamed woefully. G.O.D followed suit as they began to scream like nuts, drawing the attention of people who were peacefully walking thru the slums. She likely seemed like the average drug addict, so the attention didn’t last long as she shuffled towards the found of whatever instrument it was playing, still screaming the entire way. Tearing back the entrance to a shack, she pointed a skinny finger at the red haired musician as she continued to scream like a barbarian. This went on for approximately ten more seconds, as she shifted the Device under her arm and spat, ”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP! Too much HARMONY, CHAOS! CHAOS CHAOS!” before screaming at the Yonko again. Staring at the man, she felt like he looked familiar...she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. But shit, did it really matter?

Nonetheless, she gasped to halt her own screaming as she thought of an entirely more useful purpose for the human being who was running around wearing a Wheat Thin colored poncho. Unzipping the body suit that she wore, she turned around, pulling her arms out the sleeves leaving her entire upper half exposed as she turned around and looked at him. It was surgery tiiiiiiiiime. Running her fingers down her chocolate colored spine she began to speak to the man as if he had accepted her devotion to making him due things as she said, "So I'mma gonna make holes in my C1, C2, and C3 of my lumbar! That's the spine, duh! Your job is gonna be to hold it in place for a second so I don't paralyze myself or cripple my nervous system. You ready?! Yeah you're ready!!"

”MUSIC??! When can you learn when you’re strumming your little thingy all crazily!” It was insane, all this treasure, music, and asexual talk made her wonder where curiosity and understanding came into play with this guy. Maybe adventures? Or maybe he was just one of those common stupid people who don't value learning anything, just ran around like a flailing idiot. The thought of which made her erupt into a giggling fit as she thought about her own self flailing thru the streets. It turned into a stressed look with her bottom lip poking out as she fought for understanding about her flailing and idiot flailing was any different. Instead she just yelled, ”I’M A GENIUS?!” As the Yonko’s fingers embraced her body, she giggled once more and said, ”Whoa buddy, you’re actin’ like this is your first time or somethin! Hang on, this all you babeh.” At this point the crowd was looking on with tentative eyebrows, likely wondering if this was about to evolve into some extreme fetishism porno featuring naughty pirates. Nope! What they were about to witness was science in all it’s marvel, however crude and unnecessary it seemed.

Flipping the screwdriver in her hand, she rubbed her spare fingers against her spinal cord, as she bellowed, ”Okay! I’m reloaded!” Bending her neck, the woman drew back her arm, and jabbed the screwdriver into her neck as she howled in pain. Nonetheless pain didn’t stop her, as she cranked the screwdriver clockwise, boring a larger hole in her back as she twisted the flesh out all the way to her spinal cord. Pulling out a plug of flesh, she flicked it on the ground before repeating the process centimeters lower. Again she cried out, though it turned into a sadist chuckle, as her breathing labored. ”That’s...that’s right babeh, let’s make magic!” G.O.D. emitted a clapping sound from underneath Enzo’s armpit, as the holes began to leak blood at a rapid pace. Once more she lifted the screwdriver and plunged it into her back, cranking it before pulling out another plug of flesh and flicking it on one of the commoners. Her vision was getting blurry from the excessive blood loss as her body weaved around like a drunk driver in traffic.

Digging in the backpack like device, she pulled out three metal port caps as she said in a drained voice, “I….iiight so...so, you gon’ put these in those holes, they’re bleeding pretty profusely, so you should be able to find em! And THEN, you’re gonna take this thngy, I call her G.O.D…”, pointing under her armpit, ”Hi hi, I’m G.O.D.” ”So yeeah...yeah that’s G.O.D. But we can skip all the in-intro’s for a time ya know, ya know...where I might not die.” Lifting her arm up to hand Junbei the caps, she may have fell flat on her face if she wasn’t supporting him, as she was teetering closer to unconsciousness. Who said science was easy? Sometimes you had to almost die!

A moan of pain mixed with blissful ecstasy managed to escape between the thick lips of Enzo, before biting down on her bottom lip to prevent the pleasurable moan. Eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as the Yonko plugged all three of her holes, the crowd having dispersed before the story reached its epic climax, an invisible wave of terror having swept the accumulating crowd away as quickly as they had come together. Even half-dead the woman could surmise several things about the human being she was dealing with. The first, blood wasn’t his thing, the shake of his hands as it poured over him made that quite notable. The second was the fact he didn’t care for crowds that he didn’t have control of. And finally, he may genuinely have been a good person...or maybe he just didn’t feel like watching her die today, that was a matter up for debate. Nonetheless, even with his dingleberry instrument playing, his aura was warm, something that she could feel despite being the closest thing to a psychopath without being one, it was a delicate balance. Her ingenuity made her favor logic over emotions, but that didn’t mean she was incapable of feeling.

Violently swaying from the lack of life essential fluids, her body was guided by ruby stained hands, as her eyelids blinked slowly over almond eyes. Her vision was blurry, but other than that, she just needed time to recover, and not pass out simultaneously. Though while she felt like complete and utter trash, G.O.D, who was now actively linked to her brain was having a wonderful time gawking at everything that Enzo knew. A universal library of knowledge that she had accumulated and ideas that she had not yet had time to tinker with. Busy, busy, busy. Being close to dead and all (not like it mattered) the Titan was shameless about her upper half being exposed, as her large afro threatened to get in the way of Junbei plucking his strings. Nonetheless, the beginning of twenty-one questions was at it’s helm, as the Yonko asked her a loaded question, followed by supplying her with a name, one that she had been familiar with for all the wrong reasons.

Oneupsmanship. As Junbei swayed his crimson locks from the front of his eyepatch, he flipped it to reveal the cybernetic implant, blackened numbers on it reading “66”. With a beyond weak voice the woman uttered, ”Germa…”, which slid out her mouth as spiteful as ever. She would have spit on the name if the words floated from her mouth to create letters in the air like a cartoon. It seemed the Germa 66 were folks who were stealing the spotlight from her own superior inventions, from her own genius! Had any of them ever made a living backpack?! NO! But here she was, G.O.D., created by ENZO, NOT the Germa 66. Her fist balled slightly before relaxing as she replied, ”Oh I’m nobody….but a genius! Oh, and the best physicist, chemist, biologist, and mathematician to ever exist! For lack of a better term, I’m is the smartest person in the wooooooooooooooooorld.” Throwing her finger up, it quickly went limp as she didn’t have the energy to sustain it being held that way.

Looking at Junbei she whispered, ”Hold my finger up man, don’t let me go out sad.”, before she piped up again saying, ”If I had all my blood in me, I swear I’d make you a newer...better, more functional, less branded eye, cause that thing is traaaaaaaaaaash. Germa 66, puhleeeeeeeeeeeeease. You'd be better with a meatball for an eye.” She couldn't help but bringing up her serial killing signature. She started to probe as she stated, "But you done been inside me...who are...who...who are..." though it seemed like inappropriate timing to ask questions as everything went dark for a moment as she fought for consciousness. Hopefully the Yonko would slap her ass back awake, not like she didn't deserve it for saying he was better off with an Italian piece of food as an eyeball.

Enzo seemed to find more strength to yell as she spat, ”You’re damn right! I’ll put this Rokugenie person to allllllllllllllll the shame! I’ll make her apologize to you for even putting that object in your face and trying to pass it off as elite technology. I’ll...I’ll...I’ll make her beg me to stop making things so I don’t shame her pitiful family anymore! I’ll show you...I’ll show everyone…” Her voice trailed off at the end as she thought about how pitifully human it was for her to want the acknowledgement of the world gawking over her superior technology while they shamed another less developed scientist. But she was after all competitive in her craft, more so than her infamy. She didn’t much care about how many people knew her, if anything it was simply a means to gain access to more technology to invent more things. Throughout this, G.O.D had been quiet, but peaked slightly at her mother’s dismay as she said, ”There there mum, you’re the best, just give it timmmmmmmmme.” Already she computer was becoming adaptive to the point that it was taking on the speech patterns of her creator, stressing words that didn’t deserve it at all.

As Junbei played in her afro, she ebony skinned being almost wanted to purr, but held it in as the Yonko explained his would be bland adventures. Cooing with a slight ”OooOooOoooOoo” as he ran down the list of great things that was held on Tres Iron Lotus, a collection of marvelous things including the legendary Pacifista. She’d never seen one in person, but she was more than curious to see what such a thing even looked like. Even so how she could make it better, she could always make things better. Shifting slightly to the side to get more comfortable on the kimono cloaked lap, she tried to sound uninterested as she replied, ”I mean you’re right...I don’t need to see any of that stuff, but ya knooooooooow, just for the sake of seeing how badly I’d put it to shame, it’s worth a SLIGHT bit of interest. So uh, if you wanted to show me that stuff, I’m sure I could go with you to laugh at it or something…”

Tracing her fingers on the ground, Enzo didn’t bother to look back at the man, not wanting her eyes to show the glee that was bouncing around inside of her from the thought of building something better off the simple blueprints and visual understanding of the things on Lotus. She was giddy to say the least. Suppressing the internal happiness she asked, ”But what name do I givvvvvvvvvvvve the person who runs around with buttcake low tier scientist, and stories of technology that I will most definitely put to shame in the near future. I mean, I’m just askin’ in case you want it inscribed on your eye or somethin’, ya know?” The A.I. on her back giggled based on how bad that lie actually was, as the woman thought to herself, ”Shut it” The sound of a zipper came from the device, as Enzo rolled her eyes, in disgust of the sarcastic mouth G.O.D. was developing

It was worth noting that she was horrible at lying, mostly because she never actually had a reason to do so. Once one had reached a certain level of intelligence, things like emotional bluffs became obsolete, as logically they were just pointless. Not only that, manipulative. Enzo was of the persuasion that if you wanted to manipulate someone, then you should just create a mind controlling device, not go thru the hassle of trying to delve in some barbaric form of inception. Hoisting her body up slightly, the woman controlled her weight as she learned on one arm, which threatened to give, as she pulled her free arm thru the empty sleeve of her bodysuit, repeating this process with her other arm before zipping it back up to it’s apex. ”So I’ve heard! Yet another reason I don’t practice such things, no need to try and thrive off something you’re bad at!” Adjusting her breast in the skin tight suit, G.O.D. made muffled sounds from her back, acting as if she were suffocating as the dark-skinned Titan rolled her eyes in response. ”So dramatic”, she thought to herself before a mischievous grin slid across her face.

She didn’t know what to be more excited about, the journey to the New World, due to the fact they likely had more gadgets and things she could tinker with that she’d never laid eyes on, or the idea of being able to build her own brand of Pacifista with the blueprints Junbei spoke of. Teasingly Enzo muttered, ”Well if you’re smart anough to see thru the first volume of lies, then you for sure as hell know I’m interested in what you’re pitchin’. SO, let’s get this show on the road!” Passion engulfed her, and for a moment adrenaline overwhelmed her system as she hopped up as if she didn’t just lose several pints of blood in a crude and barbaric surgery. Knees wobbled under her weight, before caving to gravity, sending her falling back down to the same spot she had just emerged from, Jun’s lap. Smacking her lips, she bellowed, ”Though I think it’s best if you give me a lift of some sort…” As she said this, her mind began to spiral on ideas of how she could properly avoid dependence on another being if a situation like this ever occurred again. For even if she couldn’t stand on her own two feet, she certainly wouldn’t attempt to stand on another’s.

But for now a piggyback ride would do, as G.O.D blurted out, ”Mums name is Enzo, she’s just oh so forgetful…”. Enzo could just see the eye rolling the robot bookbag was figuratively doing, and gave the piece of machinery a slight bonk to which she began to fake cry. ”Daz right, I am Enzo! Enzo the great! Enzo the intelligent! ENZO THE MAD!” Cackling with insane glee at her given moniker, the girl thru her finger up as she turned brashly, nearly hitting Junbei with her afro as she bellowed, ”Now what are we waiting for trusty steed! Let us go back to the ship. There are things to build, people to humiliate, meatballs to put in people’s eye sockets, and infinite things to learn! Rishi Rishi, where’s the urgency!” Giggling lightly as she mocked the Yonko, he wouldn’t be the only one who played the teasing game, as he struck the chord on the instrument, causing her to plug her ears with an index finger in each.