“Maybe,” Julianna agreed, distractedly, at his observation. “If I’m honest, I think it’s just going to make things harder.” She paused in her work to smile at him gently. It was brief and she quickly returned to the task of cleaning the individual pieces she’d extracted from his arm. “That wildfire sort of attitude she had now probably isn’t going to extinguish. I’m not sure if I want it to.”
“If…” the mechanic had begun to say something, but stopped. Instead, she turned away from him in the stool before standing and moving to pull some more supplies from one of the overfilled shelves in her workspace. If she’s still alive had almost been the beginning of the sentence until she realized that she didn’t want to think that way. Her daughter was alive. She couldn’t bear to think of it in any other way. She was alive and this situation would only make her stronger.
More tools and solutions clattered on the table she had been using as she set them down before returning to the stool. “Yeah, that’s probably why,” she agreed, leaning over the synthetic arm. Her ponytail dropped over her shoulder as she squinted and tried to peer closer at the smaller and more ingrained components that couldn’t be removed. “Replacing them should help.” Using that small screwdriver again she began popping the nodes out and removing the leads from them. “I’m going to remove the limiter, but I can adjust the threshold. So, basically, like, if a resulting force is above so many Newtons, you won’t feel it. So, say, if you touch someone you will feel it, but if you punch someone you won’t.” She laughed softly, and began using a can of compressed air to sift sand and dirt out of the little nooks and crannies.
For a while she was silent, as if she wasn’t going to answer his personal question. Julianna was mostly hit or miss when it came to talking about herself, and she’d much rather talk about his arm. It was easier. “Yeah,” she said finally, attaching the wiring to new nodes and snapping them into place. “You could say I was something like that.” Again, she was quiet as she continued to put the arm back together.
“When I put this piece back in the feeling is going to return. It’s probably going to feel weird with the new thresholds, but you will get used to it.” With that as a warning she settled the final piece into place, and began re-situating the larger protective panels.
“If…” the mechanic had begun to say something, but stopped. Instead, she turned away from him in the stool before standing and moving to pull some more supplies from one of the overfilled shelves in her workspace. If she’s still alive had almost been the beginning of the sentence until she realized that she didn’t want to think that way. Her daughter was alive. She couldn’t bear to think of it in any other way. She was alive and this situation would only make her stronger.
More tools and solutions clattered on the table she had been using as she set them down before returning to the stool. “Yeah, that’s probably why,” she agreed, leaning over the synthetic arm. Her ponytail dropped over her shoulder as she squinted and tried to peer closer at the smaller and more ingrained components that couldn’t be removed. “Replacing them should help.” Using that small screwdriver again she began popping the nodes out and removing the leads from them. “I’m going to remove the limiter, but I can adjust the threshold. So, basically, like, if a resulting force is above so many Newtons, you won’t feel it. So, say, if you touch someone you will feel it, but if you punch someone you won’t.” She laughed softly, and began using a can of compressed air to sift sand and dirt out of the little nooks and crannies.
For a while she was silent, as if she wasn’t going to answer his personal question. Julianna was mostly hit or miss when it came to talking about herself, and she’d much rather talk about his arm. It was easier. “Yeah,” she said finally, attaching the wiring to new nodes and snapping them into place. “You could say I was something like that.” Again, she was quiet as she continued to put the arm back together.
“When I put this piece back in the feeling is going to return. It’s probably going to feel weird with the new thresholds, but you will get used to it.” With that as a warning she settled the final piece into place, and began re-situating the larger protective panels.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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