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Okay, so as anyone who's visited my Profile knows, I joined the #TailsxNicole fan club (sorry, I don't know how to put avatars in the descriptions) a few months back, and one of the ways I wanted to celebrate was to do a picture for them. So I went about the internet, looking up Tails and Nicole fanart and seeing if I could get inspired. Then I realized something was missing. Do you realize that pretty much every coupling for Sonic and his friends tends to result in a child or two.

So I began to wonder, "Why not for Tails and Nicole, should they ever intend to get together?" Of course I'm not blind to the inherent problems of them having a child (him being a flesh and blood fox, her being an ethereal cyber-entity), so I began to consider what might need to happen for a junior to be born.

I actually came up with four pictures for this, as well as the rudimentary story detailing how it would happen. I'd wanted to, with each of the uncolored pictures, put in a small blurb of what I intended each successive chapter of the story to look like, but sadly this was not to be as I moved and lost track of time. But I still managed to do a blurb for two of the pictures.

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Nicole wrung her hands, her face a mask of worry as her eyes locked on the scene before her. Tails sat in a heavy, iron chair, his arms and legs strapped down. Another strap ran across his chest, holding him against the chair’s back, preventing him from squirming about unnecessarily. The fox’s head was currently enclosed in a glass cylinder, itself attached to a metal dome protruding from the top of the chair. Inside the cylinder a ring of blue energy slowly moved up and down Tails’s head, a soft crackling sound signaling its progress.

And that was the reason Nicole was worried now. She did not trust this machine. If it hadn’t been so important to their plans, the cybernetic lynx would have used her nannites to break the whole thing down for bits, especially given who its creator was. But important it was, vital in fact, and so there she stood, worrying as her best friend, her boyfriend, sat in a machine made by Dr. Robotnik himself and allowed his brain to be scanned and digitized.

‘If so much as a whisker falls off Tails, I won’t stop until that blasted machine is a pile of iron sludge,’ she thought to herself.

In the back of her mind, Nicole knew she was working herself into an electronic frazzle for nothing. This was not the first time Tails had strapped himself into Robotnik’s brain scanner. Indeed, this was the fourth time, and it had not yet caused him any permanent harm. There was no reason for her to worry for the fox’s safety. Any ordinary computer worth its salt would have simply left the machine to perform its work, content in the knowledge that nothing would go wrong.

But that didn’t mean nothing could go wrong. And that was the knowledge that preyed on her mind now. As she watched the youthful face of the fox she loved wince in discomfort, she couldn’t help but think of all the ways this little experiment could go wrong. How if the scanners suddenly slipped, the ring of electricity would arc wildly out of control, most likely jumping directly through Tails’s head and most likely frying his brain. How if the biofeedback inhibitors failed, the scanners could wipe the fox’s neural pathways, effectively wiping out his very mind.

Oh how many ways this whole project could go wrong.

But it had to be done.

Trying to draw her mind off the potential failures that could occur, Nicole turned to stare at the computer monitor next to the mind scanner. There a digital representation of Tails’s head was displayed from all angles, gradually solidifying as the scanner did its work, displaying the progress it was making. It would still be a few more minutes before the scan was complete. Then they would have what they needed, a complete digital copy of Tails’s neural pathways, the sum total of his personality, memories, habits, everything that made the fox who he was.

Robotnik had tried a similar tactic on Sally, hence the reason for this machine’s existence. He’d managed to create a near perfect robotic clone of the Princess, one that had been so perfect it had nearly lead to the destruction of the Freedom Fighters, of Knothole itself. But, perfect as the clone had been, it had still managed to be a flawed copy, and thus it had failed in its mission.

Robotnik had failed.

But he had gotten close. Close enough that, when Nicole had managed to located the stored scanner, Tails had spent a full week trying to figure out what had gone wrong. In the end, he’d determined the problem was a matter of depth. Robotnik’s device had been designed to work fast, making a quick copy the former dictator could dump into his robotic spy. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately considering the intent of the machine, the single scan had not been enough to capture all of the necessary data that made up Sally’s mind. Hence why the robot had been flawed. Tails had also theorized that the robot’s own CPU had likely been unable to make effectively make sensible use of the scanned data, unable as it was to process organic experiences and such. The fact that the Sally-bot had been irreparably lost meant they couldn’t test that theory, but it was one they didn’t need to worry about at present.

So, as Tails had prepared to subject himself to the scanner, now given an upgrade to hopefully correct the problems Robotnik had had, he and Nicole had decided the solution would be a series of much slower scans. This would allow for a complete copy to be made and stored within Nicole’s computer mainframe.

Nicole turned back to look at her lover. Tails’s teeth were gritted, but more in discomfort than in pain. The fox had described the experience as extremely tingly, like the feeling your nose got just before you sneezed only all over your head. Having never had to sneeze the analogy had been somewhat lost on Nicole, but he’d explained the process to be annoying but manageable.

That hadn’t made the cyber-lynx feel any better, and the second scan had been accompanied by several medical sensor that allowed her to monitor the vulpine’s vitals. If anything started to go wrong, she’d be able to stop the scan immediately.

The ring of electricity began to slow its movements, indicating the scan was nearly done. The digital images of Tails on the computer were nearly complete. Nicole moved to the fox’s side, though she was sure not to touch him. The last thing they needed was for interactions between her nannites and Robotnik’s machine to accidentally wipe out all the progress they’d made. Finally the machine began to power down, the scanners ceasing they detached from Tails’s head and rose back into the metal dome. With the machine’s work done, Nicole quickly lifted the headpiece from her friend’s head.

“Tails? Tails?” she asked quickly as the reynard’s head sagged forward, his eyes closed. “Miles are you all right?”

“Achoo!” the fox suddenly exploded, gripping his nose as he sniffed the air blinking. Then he looked at the concerned lynx, flashing her one of his boyish smiles. “Sorry about that. I’ve been holding in that sneeze for the last three minutes I’ve been in that machine,” he apologized. Then his face grew concerned. “Did it work? Was the copy a success?”

“I wanted to make sure you were all right first,” she chided the Mobian as she undid his restraints, allowing Tails to sag a bit in his chair. “But now that I know you’re alright, I’ll go and check our little project’s progress.” So saying, Nicole stood up and then… nothing. Her body went as rigid as a stone statue, or more accurately a statue of metal. The nannites that comprised the lynx form she used for interaction with other Mobians had ceased moving, ceased actions as the program that compromised her true being vacated them, returning to the mainframe that was its primary housing.

As he watched the computerized entity leave, Tails let his head rest upon one of his hands as he tried to stop the world from spinning. Being scanned always left him a touch disoriented, though he didn’t bother to tell Nicole this. After a few minutes, Nicole’s body became animate again as her attentions returned to the fox.

“All indications are that the scans have been completed and successfully integrated. It is my pleasure to report that there currently exists within my mainframe a perfect copy of all your neural data. Essentially everything that is you has been successfully copied.” At this Tails hopped up from his chair, stretching as he did so.

“Then, my dear, the time has come to move on to step two.”
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So there is the first part. As you can see it is just a rough draft, but once I get around to providing color for this picture, I plan to make a more in-depth story for each picture. Of course then these will probably end up in scraps, but for now I hope you enjoy this.

EDIT: And now I present to you the fully colored, shaded, and complete picture, finally completed after so many months of inactivity. I hope you all enjoy as I begin to work on the other three parts of this little series to make them as beautiful as this one.

Description
Okay, so as anyone who's visited my Profile knows, I joined the #TailsxNicole fan club (sorry, I don't know how to put avatars in the descriptions) a few months back, and one of the ways I wanted to celebrate was to do a picture for them. So I went about the internet, looking up Tails and Nicole fanart and seeing if I could get inspired. Then I realized something was missing. Do you realize that pretty much every coupling for Sonic and his friends tends to result in a child or two.

So I began to wonder, "Why not for Tails and Nicole, should they ever intend to get together?" Of course I'm not blind to the inherent problems of them having a child (him being a flesh and blood fox, her being an ethereal cyber-entity), so I began to consider what might need to happen for a junior to be born.

I actually came up with four pictures for this, as well as the rudimentary story detailing how it would happen. I'd wanted to, with each of the uncolored pictures, put in a small blurb of what I intended each successive chapter of the story to look like, but sadly this was not to be as I moved and lost track of time. But I still managed to do a blurb for two of the pictures.

*************************************************

Nicole wrung her hands, her face a mask of worry as her eyes locked on the scene before her. Tails sat in a heavy, iron chair, his arms and legs strapped down. Another strap ran across his chest, holding him against the chair’s back, preventing him from squirming about unnecessarily. The fox’s head was currently enclosed in a glass cylinder, itself attached to a metal dome protruding from the top of the chair. Inside the cylinder a ring of blue energy slowly moved up and down Tails’s head, a soft crackling sound signaling its progress.

And that was the reason Nicole was worried now. She did not trust this machine. If it hadn’t been so important to their plans, the cybernetic lynx would have used her nannites to break the whole thing down for bits, especially given who its creator was. But important it was, vital in fact, and so there she stood, worrying as her best friend, her boyfriend, sat in a machine made by Dr. Robotnik himself and allowed his brain to be scanned and digitized.

‘If so much as a whisker falls off Tails, I won’t stop until that blasted machine is a pile of iron sludge,’ she thought to herself.

In the back of her mind, Nicole knew she was working herself into an electronic frazzle for nothing. This was not the first time Tails had strapped himself into Robotnik’s brain scanner. Indeed, this was the fourth time, and it had not yet caused him any permanent harm. There was no reason for her to worry for the fox’s safety. Any ordinary computer worth its salt would have simply left the machine to perform its work, content in the knowledge that nothing would go wrong.

But that didn’t mean nothing could go wrong. And that was the knowledge that preyed on her mind now. As she watched the youthful face of the fox she loved wince in discomfort, she couldn’t help but think of all the ways this little experiment could go wrong. How if the scanners suddenly slipped, the ring of electricity would arc wildly out of control, most likely jumping directly through Tails’s head and most likely frying his brain. How if the biofeedback inhibitors failed, the scanners could wipe the fox’s neural pathways, effectively wiping out his very mind.

Oh how many ways this whole project could go wrong.

But it had to be done.

Trying to draw her mind off the potential failures that could occur, Nicole turned to stare at the computer monitor next to the mind scanner. There a digital representation of Tails’s head was displayed from all angles, gradually solidifying as the scanner did its work, displaying the progress it was making. It would still be a few more minutes before the scan was complete. Then they would have what they needed, a complete digital copy of Tails’s neural pathways, the sum total of his personality, memories, habits, everything that made the fox who he was.

Robotnik had tried a similar tactic on Sally, hence the reason for this machine’s existence. He’d managed to create a near perfect robotic clone of the Princess, one that had been so perfect it had nearly lead to the destruction of the Freedom Fighters, of Knothole itself. But, perfect as the clone had been, it had still managed to be a flawed copy, and thus it had failed in its mission.

Robotnik had failed.

But he had gotten close. Close enough that, when Nicole had managed to located the stored scanner, Tails had spent a full week trying to figure out what had gone wrong. In the end, he’d determined the problem was a matter of depth. Robotnik’s device had been designed to work fast, making a quick copy the former dictator could dump into his robotic spy. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately considering the intent of the machine, the single scan had not been enough to capture all of the necessary data that made up Sally’s mind. Hence why the robot had been flawed. Tails had also theorized that the robot’s own CPU had likely been unable to make effectively make sensible use of the scanned data, unable as it was to process organic experiences and such. The fact that the Sally-bot had been irreparably lost meant they couldn’t test that theory, but it was one they didn’t need to worry about at present.

So, as Tails had prepared to subject himself to the scanner, now given an upgrade to hopefully correct the problems Robotnik had had, he and Nicole had decided the solution would be a series of much slower scans. This would allow for a complete copy to be made and stored within Nicole’s computer mainframe.

Nicole turned back to look at her lover. Tails’s teeth were gritted, but more in discomfort than in pain. The fox had described the experience as extremely tingly, like the feeling your nose got just before you sneezed only all over your head. Having never had to sneeze the analogy had been somewhat lost on Nicole, but he’d explained the process to be annoying but manageable.

That hadn’t made the cyber-lynx feel any better, and the second scan had been accompanied by several medical sensor that allowed her to monitor the vulpine’s vitals. If anything started to go wrong, she’d be able to stop the scan immediately.

The ring of electricity began to slow its movements, indicating the scan was nearly done. The digital images of Tails on the computer were nearly complete. Nicole moved to the fox’s side, though she was sure not to touch him. The last thing they needed was for interactions between her nannites and Robotnik’s machine to accidentally wipe out all the progress they’d made. Finally the machine began to power down, the scanners ceasing they detached from Tails’s head and rose back into the metal dome. With the machine’s work done, Nicole quickly lifted the headpiece from her friend’s head.

“Tails? Tails?” she asked quickly as the reynard’s head sagged forward, his eyes closed. “Miles are you all right?”

“Achoo!” the fox suddenly exploded, gripping his nose as he sniffed the air blinking. Then he looked at the concerned lynx, flashing her one of his boyish smiles. “Sorry about that. I’ve been holding in that sneeze for the last three minutes I’ve been in that machine,” he apologized. Then his face grew concerned. “Did it work? Was the copy a success?”

“I wanted to make sure you were all right first,” she chided the Mobian as she undid his restraints, allowing Tails to sag a bit in his chair. “But now that I know you’re alright, I’ll go and check our little project’s progress.” So saying, Nicole stood up and then… nothing. Her body went as rigid as a stone statue, or more accurately a statue of metal. The nannites that comprised the lynx form she used for interaction with other Mobians had ceased moving, ceased actions as the program that compromised her true being vacated them, returning to the mainframe that was its primary housing.

As he watched the computerized entity leave, Tails let his head rest upon one of his hands as he tried to stop the world from spinning. Being scanned always left him a touch disoriented, though he didn’t bother to tell Nicole this. After a few minutes, Nicole’s body became animate again as her attentions returned to the fox.

“All indications are that the scans have been completed and successfully integrated. It is my pleasure to report that there currently exists within my mainframe a perfect copy of all your neural data. Essentially everything that is you has been successfully copied.” At this Tails hopped up from his chair, stretching as he did so.

“Then, my dear, the time has come to move on to step two.”
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So there is the first part. As you can see it is just a rough draft, but once I get around to providing color for this picture, I plan to make a more in-depth story for each picture. Of course then these will probably end up in scraps, but for now I hope you enjoy this.

EDIT: And now I present to you the fully colored, shaded, and complete picture, finally completed after so many months of inactivity. I hope you all enjoy as I begin to work on the other three parts of this little series to make them as beautiful as this one.