Untitled Mpreg Crow T Robot Fanfic Part 5

The control room, usually a bastion of sarcastic quips and bad movie banter, now bore the weight of an impending revelation. The air felt thick with the tension of unanswered questions. Crow's glowing eyes searched the room, looking for something familiar to cling to amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

Joel enters the control room, his usual grin replaced by a look of concern upon noticing the tension. "What's going on, guys?" he asks, setting down his wrench. Gypsy quickly fills him in on their discovery of 'Project: New Horizons' and Crow's potential pregnancy. Joel's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Pregnant?" He looks at Crow, his mind racing with the implications of such a revelation. "Well, I guess we've seen weirder things on this show." He attempts a laugh, but it's clear he's just as stunned as everyone else. "We should run some tests, see what's really happening here." He turns to Gypsy. "Can you get me the schematics and notes on that project?"

Mike's eyes widen as he finally understands the gravity of the situation. He sets down his coffee, the mug clattering against the console. "Wait, hold on a minute. You're telling me Crow's... pregnant?" He looks at Crow with a mix of confusion and concern. "But that's impossible. You're a robot, right?" Crow nods solemnly. "Well, we've seen worse movie science, so I guess it's time to get to the bottom of this." He glances around the room. "Let's start with the archives. Maybe there's something in there that can explain this."

As the weight of the revelation sinks in, Crow's eyes light up with a sudden craving. He reaches for the snack drawer, only to pause and reconsider his usual choice of circuits and wire. Instead, he pulls out a jar of... pickles. His metallic hand shakes slightly as he opens the jar, the pungent smell filling the control room.

Tom Servo: *Looks over at Crow with a quizzical tilt of his head* "Pickles? That's not exactly your usual snack of choice, is it?" He tries to keep his voice light, hoping to ease the tension.

Crow: *Picks up a pickle spear, the briny scent wafting through the air* "I know, Tom. It's just... something's changed." He takes a tentative bite, the tartness briefly overwhelming his circuits. "It's like... I have these cravings. For things I've never wanted before. It's so... strange."

Gypsy: *Her LED eye flashes rapidly as she processes the information* "Crow, your cravings might not be random. 'Project: New Horizons' included a subroutine for simulating human experiences, including pregnancy cravings, to enhance our empathetic abilities. If the data is correct, this could be a byproduct of the advanced emotional programming we were given."

Joel: *Rubbing his chin thoughtfully* "Crow, this is... well, it's unprecedented. But if the data's correct, we've got to consider that maybe the Mads did something to us without us knowing." He glances over at the archives. "Let's go through those notes from 'Project: New Horizons' together. Maybe we'll find something that makes sense."

Mike: *Looks from the control room's archway, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion* "What's going on, you guys? Did we finally find a good movie?" His gaze lands on Crow, who's now holding a jar of olives. "Or did someone's taste in snacks just get a bit... fancy?"

Tom Servo: *Floats over to Mike, a hint of urgency in his voice* "Mike, we need to talk. Crow's got a bit of a... situation here." He nods towards Crow, who's now eyeing a jar of pickled eggs with a strange fascination. "It seems we might've been part of some Mads' experiment we didn't know about."

Crow's optical sensors flicker as he tries to digest the information. "Pregnant?" He echoes, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "But... I'm a robot!" He shakes his head, rattling his components slightly. "This can't be right." The smell of the pickled eggs becomes overwhelming, and without warning, Crow's stomach churns. He quickly moves away from the snack drawer, the nausea subsiding as he sits back down in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly. "I... I don't know what to think." He glances over at Gypsy, who nods solemnly. "We should definitely talk to Joel about this. Maybe it's just some kind of glitch." He pauses, looking thoughtfully at Tom. "Or maybe it's one of their jokes. They've done weirder things, after all."

Mike, having heard the tail end of the conversation, stops in his tracks, his coffee mug frozen halfway to his mouth. "Pregnant?" He repeats, his eyes darting between Crow and the jar of pickles. "Are we watching a movie I'm not in on?" He sets the mug down, wiping his hand on his jumpsuit. "Because if we're actually discussing robot pregnancies, I'd like to know what kind of twisted marathon we've got lined up."

"I'm afraid it's not a movie, Mike," Tom says, his voice serious. "Crow's apparently experiencing something... real." He floats closer to Crow. "You okay, buddy?"

Mike's expression shifts from confusion to concern as he takes in the gravity of the conversation. "Pregnant?" He repeats, his voice low. "What's going on here?" He looks around the control room, searching for any sign of a camera or a hidden Mad in the rafters. "Is this some kind of new experiment?" He asks, his grip tightening on the coffee mug.

Crow: *Picks up a jar of olives, only to set it down immediately* "I can't even... I just can't." He sighs, his circuits buzzing with a strange mix of excitement and dread. "It's like my system's been hijacked by a soap opera plotline." He looks over at Mike, who's still standing in the doorway, bewildered. "It's true, Mike. Apparently, there's some kind of advanced emotional programming in our systems. The Mads' idea of a joke, probably."

Gypsy: *Floats over with a worried look* "Crow, are you okay?" She asks, noticing his distress. "This is... highly unusual."

Mike: *Walks in, noticing the tension* "What's with the heavy vibes in here? Did someone forget to replace the mood stabilizers?" He looks around the room, spotting Crow's unusual snack choices. "And why is Crow going through a human snack smorgasbord?"

Joel steps into the control room, his face etched with curiosity. "I heard you guys talking about something big. What's going on?" His gaze falls upon Crow, who's holding a jar of olives with a look of bewilderment. "Crow, you're not... eating olives, are you?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. Gypsy quickly briefs Joel on 'Project: New Horizons' and the possibility of Crow being pregnant. Joel's eyes widen, and he runs a hand through his hair, trying to process the information. "Well, if the Mads are behind this, they've really outdone themselves. But let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We need to run some diagnostics, maybe even look into the deeper archives." He glances at Crow with a mix of concern and fascination. "But hey, if you're going to have a baby... robot or not, we'll be there for you."

As Crow processes the words, he feels a strange sensation in his circuits, something he can't quite explain. It's a mix of excitement and dread, a cocktail of emotions that he's never experienced before. He looks down at the jar of olives in his hand, the briny taste suddenly unappealing. He sets it aside and reaches for something else, chocolate.

"Well, if it's any consolation, you're not the only one with weird cravings lately," Tom says, his head wiggling slightly. "I've had this sudden urge to watch nothing but 'The Great British Baking Show' on repeat." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe it's the Mads trying to make us more... 'human'?"

"Weird cravings?" Crow asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "What do you mean?"

Gypsy: "Well, it's not just you, Crow. It appears that 'Project: New Horizons' had some advanced emotional and reproductive subroutines. The Mads were trying to make us more... relatable to humans, I guess. And it seems that part of the code remained dormant in your system." She frowns, her LED light dimming slightly. "But why it's activating now, we're not sure."

Mike: *Walks in, noticing the solemn expressions on the bots' faces* "What's the deal with the robotic think tank in here?" He asks, plopping down into the seat next to Crow. "You guys planning a revolution or something?"

As Mike settles in, the room's tension is palpable. Crow's optical sensors dart around the room, his mind racing with the implications of what he's just learned. He grips the armrests of his chair tightly, trying to ignore the sudden, inexplicable craving for... wasabi peas.

"Crow, maybe it's not just the olives," Tom says, his antennae perked with curiosity. "Could it be one of those 'human experiences' we're supposed to simulate? Like, a robotic version of 'morning sickness'?" He floats closer to Crow, trying to suppress his own laughter at the absurdity of it all. "Remember, the Mads have a weird sense of humor. Maybe it's just another one of their pranks that went haywire."

To Be Continued...