Mobile Suit Gundam: Code Nova [Rewrite]

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“Uwah! Uwah!” 

 

“Yes, yes, I understand, you hungry, right?” the cry that attracted my mother, who then fed me with her milk, yes, right now I was voluntarily taking in these! In order to survive and grow, I actually accept this humiliation and drink this milk in order to survive!

 

Now, let me introduce myself, My name, or rather, my former name is Yohan Agnes, 27 years old virgin who is a master programmer! Hehe, sounds grand, doesn’t it? Wait till you heard about me copying a hundred lines of code before sitting down in front of the computer running them and trying my best to fix the problem I don’t even know why it was a problem in the first place, only to go and copy more code because writing them myself was too much work and what work is work so why need to fix it? 

 

Right now, I was being a baby, from the look I got in the mirror, I was around 6 to 7 months old. Not enough to stand up but enough to crawl around which surprise me. I crawled faster than my nephew who I raised with my old hand by 1 month, and that surprised my mother too, though her eyes seemed like she was expecting this to happen.

 

Maybe it is probably because I move around so much, wiggle my hand around, and get my wimpy leg to work, it is probably the reason why, since I move a lot more than ordinary baby, well, the only baby I ever held was my little nephew.

 

But…thank goodness I get that insurance….My will stated that all my belongings would go to my nephew and even the gunpla, but if he didn’t need those, I stated it to go to the shop that basically raised me up. 

 

“Brrr!” Get tab on the back, I feel myself blurb out loud, before getting put back in the crib. It seemed when I was thinking, that Mother had already finished her feeding and was returning to her computer.

 

My mother, was quite the attractive woman for sure, though I do not feel anything from it, since she is my mother. But it's weird, normally there should be a father who would stay together to raise me, isn’t it?

 

That is how it was with my brother when he was raising Kenny. He was always there with his wife to watch over little Kenny before the two got into an accident when they were on the trip. 

 

She seems to be working. But on what? I never actually knew what she was working on since I couldn’t get out of this confinement called a baby crib. And I can’t stand up by myself right now, but I do notice something weird, or maybe it's just my head playing tricks on me since I was so little but…

 

The gravity…is quite different, if this is the same earth then, it should pull me down a bit more no? But in here, I could feel myself float a little if I tried to jump up, it would just be something that goes away in just a millisecond but it was there, a change in gravity which I do not know of, just a tiny off…

 

Something was off…I was reincarnated into the body of a girl in a time that was similar to modern times than anything, not the medieval world like in the novel but a modern time….

 

Click tick tick …

 

The fluid movement of my mother's hand, coupled with the satisfying click sound of the keyboard, somehow, managed to enchant me, forming a rhythm that should not be pleasant to ordinary people but for me, who has loved computers since childhood, this sound, was more comfortable than anything, as it put me into thinking that everything was still the same old ordinary day.

 

This steady and comfy rhythm goes on for a few more minutes before stopping, I look up from my crib to see my mother is now stretching her back and looking back at me, so I flip over with a bit of struggle and try to crawl toward her using my arm, though the crib block me from going any further.

 

“Hm? Do you want to go out and crawl, Yoha?” Responding to my name with laughter, My mother seemed satisfied with it and took me out to the living room to crawl to my heart's content while the woman watched me from the sofa.

 

Yes, my new name, is Yoha. I don’t know my surname yet and I never heard my mother speaking her name so I don’t even know her name, but as you probably guessed, she is speaking English, which is quite convenient.

 

As I was put down on the rug, I started going full speed to get used to my body which…is quite pathetic…considering my full speed is me using my and pulling myself forward little by little, I can’t use my leg to push for some reason! It seems they need to be stronger before I can use my leg to support myself.

 

My mother is now opening her TV and then a new channel appears and naturally, my attention shifts to that, so I crawl forward to the TV and watch.

 

There is something I learned from this. The years are weird… Interstellar Journey Century…190, almost two centuries….why? Why is it not 2024? Why is it instead of the Cenozoic Era? But a new whole Peroid all together?! In the past, whenever I watched the news, I tried to deny it thinking it must be cause my hearing was bad right now but…with a couple of shifts in gravity, technology that I was not familiar with even though I am a tech wizard myself and most of all, the period in time.

 

I didn’t reincarnate into a Modern world…I reincarnate into a Future SCi-fi world!?

 

Before I knew it, I was already in my mother’s lap, eyes glued to the screen as my mind was racing to find the true answer, of where am I and which time period I was in.

 

“Alright, that's enough TV for today.” Said my mother as she was about to turn off the TV, my first response to that was NO! But then my body translated into what you would call a baby tantrum.

 

“UWAH! Awah!” Crying my heart out, I don’t think there are tears in there, or are there? I don’t feel my eyes wet at all, I don’t think baby actually cry tears during their first year?

 

“My my, that a first tantrum you throw out. Did you like TV that much?” Yeah, I try to be a good girl not throwing a lot of tantrums and only crying when I want food or a diaper change but It seems, my body adapts fast and is now taking action in what it thinks I want.

 

So to play along with this, I just nod while crying indicating that I understand what she said.

 

“Hm…Sorry dear, but today's TV time is over, Tomorrow ok?” Said her mother.

 

“Nwo!!!!! nO! Wah!” My throat and the voice box, are still not that developed, and my mouth muscle is quite weak so I could only mimic sound, cry, and other simple stuff, but that's enough! If it shows my disqualification! I want to watch more TV and watch more news! There is nothing to do anyway! 

 

Mother didn’t even get me a toy to distract myself with! I can only crawl all day! Sleep! Eat and then sleep! It's boring, I’m bored! I want something to do! 

 

“Come on, Yoha, Don’t be like that.” Mother picked me up and gently rocked me, though I wanted to keep going on and crying more but seeing the tired look on Mother's I was reminded of myself…the first time I took care of my nephew who was still young, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep in and…it hurt…

 

So I stop, and with a sniff, I let Mother gently rock me to my sleep. 

 

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“Mhh…fuu….ha…” And there she goes, sleeping peacefully in Araya’s arms, She sighed as she sat down on the Sofa her hand still moving to pat the back of her daughter to not make the girl more agitated and wake up.

 

“Ha…so hard…this is the first time I saw her throwing a tantrum…” Araya’s Daugther, Yoha. is not quite the normal child she thought she would be, maybe it is the result of genetics or something went wrong during the insemination, and maybe…her husband's semen was damaged but the girl is learning things quicker than Araya thought, but maybe, it really is genetic.

 

“Children is just that surprising, isn’t it, dear?” Looking over at the picture that she decorated on the shelf that Yoha could not reach, she looked at it lovingly, the picture of her many years ago and the picture of the one who taught her love.

 

“I have to try harder too, isn’t it?” Putting down the picture, Araya walks toward her room where she puts down the sleeping baby in her crib and then faces her PC once more, opening the mail, Araya looks over at who sent it.

 

Ottoman’s Private Military. 

 

With a tired sigh and a hesitant click, accepting the job she did not want to.