Published: May 8, 2025
My two-hundredth caption, featuring a "reimagining" of my very first caption (and a first on deviantART), an Atomic Heart TG caption. Consider this a "special" of sorts, given the milestone I've just reached. Yay!
Here, P-3 has been badly injured in his final battle against the MO-R4Y robot at the end of the "Enchantment Under the Sea" DLC, leaving him with only one way to survive…
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P-3 laid in the water, badly injured from the final fight in the Triton underwater facility. Even though he had been successful in defeating the MO-R4Y robot alongside Blesna, his resurrected wife in the recovered body of Left, his injuries were quite severe. He stared up at the ceiling, Blesna calling out and picking him up in her arms before he passed out…
An unknown amount of time later, P-3 finally regained consciousness, but he was unable to move and in an incredible amount of pain. Blesna was there waiting for him, her metal body towering over him. Nikolai was there as well, along with Nastya and Hunter. Though they were happy to see him, they did not have good news for P-3. MO-R4Y had broken most of the bones in his body, including damaging his spine. In addition, he was suffering from massive levels of internal bleeding, bordering on kidney failure. This filled P-3 with a sense of fear, acutely aware of his mortality, before Blesna suggested something.
She suggested using Samodelkin, the advanced repair system she had made functional and used to transplant her consciousness into the body of Left, to do the same for P-3 using the body of Right. At first, he was horrified by the idea, essentially giving up his humanity to become a machine. It especially didn’t help that he had nearly died facing Right and Left together during his face-off with Sechenov. However, his wife managed to comfort him, reassuring him that she’d love him regardless of what form he took, much like he had done for him. Sucking down his pride, he agreed to go through with it. The body of Right was rolled out into the operating theatre, having been repaired after the battle P-3 had put it through before. Part of this whole thing still seemed so wrong, but he trusted the love he held for his wife would get him through this.
“Alright, we’re beginning the transfer… now.” Nikolai announced as Nastya put some kind of headgear on him. “Stay calm and don’t move. I’ve never done anything quite like this before, so there’s no telling what might happen next…”
Blesna held his hand as she was connected to Samodelkin once more. As P-3’s consciousness slipped away, his mind ended up in a place similar to Limbo, though not quite the same. Things were far less… cartoony and exaggerated, feeling more like an… hyper-expansion of the real world itself. As P-3 wandered through this place, his perceptions seemed to shift around slightly, giving him images of his wife and the Twins, along with ballerinas and dancing. P-3 found himself instinctually matching their movements, such things practically impossible to him before. He spun around on his toes in this dreamland, suddenly coming face-to-faceplate with Right, who pulled him towards her. Rather than be freaked out by the deadly machine, P-3 felt a warm sense of comfort wash over him, even as he seemingly melted into her, becoming part of her soft body…
P-3 woke up an unknown amount of time later, no longer in pain. In fact, everything felt entirely different. The first thing he noticed were the two, large breasts that protruded from his chest, far larger than those Right possessed before the operation. The second were the enlarged hips and thighs, which could be felt practically brimming with Polymer.
“I feel so big… so full…” P-3 cooed in a seductive tone identical to his wife, leaning up to see Blesna there with him.
“I’m sorry… they had to convert your old body into neuropolymer to complete the transfer.” Blesna apologized, holding “his” hand tightly. “I don’t think there’s any way for either of us to go back to the way we were, Sergey.”
“As long as I get to be with you, I think I’m OK with that.” P-3 replied softly, leaning in and pressing her faceplate affectionately against Blesna’s. “Please… call me Ekaterina. I think its only right, given all we’ve been through.”
The two embraced one another before Blesna helped Ekaterina to her feet, giving her a bright red bolero jacket. The two held their hands together tightly, syncing their minds as they used each other to balance each other’s ballerina poses. Ekaterina used the gesture to put one of the Beta rings on Blesna’s finger, before she returned the gesture with the second, matching one. Husband and wife were finally reunited, closer than ever and ready to find and kill Zakharov once and for all…