Chapter Four: Hello Mother

Upon her arrival, Myra was greeted by her father, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the laboratory lights. There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he beckoned her forward, leading her to a secluded corner of the lab where a small, nondescript container sat waiting. 

With bated breath, Myra watched as Mydare carefully opened the container, revealing its contents with a flourish. And as she gazed upon what lay inside, a wave of disbelief washed over her, leaving her speechless with wonder and awe. 

For within the container lay a tiny, beating heart, pulsing with life and vitality. It was her mother's heart, restored to its former glory through the miracle of science, a testament to the power of love and determination. 

As Myra reached out to touch the heart, her fingers trembling with emotion, she felt a surge of hope coursing through her veins. In that moment, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would stop at nothing to bring her mother back. 

With her father by her side and her mother's heart beating within her grasp, Myra felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. And as she stood in the glow of the laboratory lights, she knew that the journey was far from over, but with her mother's heart leading the way, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead, one step at a time. 

Later that day, Myra couldn't sleep, her mind racing with excitement over her mother's heart beating and ready for the transfer to the new robotic body. She finally fell asleep at 5 a.m. but was abruptly awakened by her phone ringing nonstop. Reaching over to her nightstand, she saw 32 missed calls from her aunts and uncles. As she checked her messages, her phone rang again—it was her Uncle Moses.

Moses sounded scared on the other end. He explained that he hadn't talked to her in so long and thought something bad had happened. They talked for over an hour, and Myra told him about the plans for her mother's heart. Moses was quiet for a long moment before expressing his concern.

"You shouldn't be playing god, Myra," he said solemnly. "Bringing her back might not be what you expect. She might not be the same mother you once knew."

Moses then made her promise not to tell his siblings about her plans. "They did something terrible, and I can't keep protecting them from the consequences," he confided. "Please, Myra, be careful." His voice was filled with worry and a hint of desperation.

Myra, feeling a mixture of confusion and apprehension, agreed to keep the secret. As the call ended, she couldn't shake the fear of what she was forced to deal with. Determined to focus on her mission, Myra went to the lab to watch the scientists at work. Every day, she observed the progress of the robot's construction, finding solace in the steady advancements.

She avoided answering calls from her aunts and uncles, except for Uncle Moses. He became her confidant, and she kept him updated on her mother's heart and the robotic body it would soon inhabit. Each conversation with Moses revealed his growing excitement and anticipation. He began to loosen up, looking forward to the reawakening of his sister, Veronica.

"Myra, it's incredible," Moses would say, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and hope. "Each step you tell me about makes it feel more real. I can't wait to see Veronica again, even if it's in this new form."

Myra shared the successes of the scientists—the heart adapting well to the robotic systems, the body responding positively to various tests. Moses's enthusiasm was infectious, and Myra found herself more determined than ever to see the project through, despite the underlying fear and uncertainty.

As the days turned into weeks, Myra's dedication remained unwavering. She watched as the robotic body took shape, marveling at the seamless integration of technology and humanity. Each successful test brought a glimmer of hope, a promise of the miracle she had longed for.

Through it all, Uncle Moses was her anchor, offering support and encouragement. His initial skepticism faded, replaced by genuine excitement and belief in the possibility of seeing his sister again. Their bond grew stronger, a beacon of trust amidst the chaos.

Finally, one evening, as the lab's lights dimmed and the hum of machinery quieted, Myra received a call from the head scientist. "Myra, you should come to the lab," he said, his voice tinged with anticipation. "We have something extraordinary to show you."

With a heart full of hope and a mind brimming with questions, Myra made her way to the lab, ready to witness the culmination of her efforts and the dawn of a new reality.

As Myra opened the doors to the lab, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. Standing next to her father, Mydare, was a gorgeous woman who exuded a calm, radiant presence. Mydare seemed incredibly happy as he conversed with the woman, his eyes alight with a mix of pride and relief.

"Myra, look who I have for you," Mydare said, his voice warm and inviting.

Myra's gaze fixed on the woman, and as she took in the familiar features, a wave of emotion crashed over her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to cry a silent cry of joy. Her hands and legs trembled as she slowly approached the woman, every step feeling surreal.

"Hello, Mother," Myra managed to say, her voice choked with emotion. She tried to hide the weakness in her body, the overwhelming joy that made her throat tighten and her heart race.

The woman smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a depth of recognition and warmth. "Myra, my dear," she said softly, her voice carrying the same soothing cadence that Myra remembered from her childhood.

Overwhelmed, Myra closed the remaining distance and embraced her mother, feeling the solidity and warmth of her new form. The hug was tentative at first, as if both were adjusting to this miraculous reunion. But soon, the embrace tightened, and Myra allowed herself to fully surrender to the moment, letting her tears flow freely.

"I missed you so much," Myra whispered, her voice muffled against her mother's shoulder.

"I wish that I could miss you as well, my darling, I do not remember much " her mother replied, her tone filled with a blend of nostalgia. "Professor Mydare was just telling me of my past. I hope to remember more."

Mydare watched the reunion with tears in his own eyes, his heart swelling with pride and relief. "This is just the beginning," he said softly. "There's much to catch up on, and much to understand. But for now, let's cherish this moment."

As Myra pulled back slightly to look into her mother's eyes, she felt a profound sense of connection and hope, even though Myra's mother did not remember much, she was still happy to have her. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, this miraculous reunion was a testament to the power of love and determination. 

The lab, once a place of cold machinery and clinical precision, now felt like a sanctuary of possibility and new beginnings. Myra's heart swelled with gratitude.