Despite the dangerous nature of the young mechanic's life, that winter had been the only time she had actually thought she was going to die. With nowhere warm to go, she had gone to The Afterdark.
"No, I don't want a repeat of last winter," she admitted seriously. Her blue-green eyes, the color of oxidized copper, became glazed as she thought back. Then she changed the conversation. "While I'm here, do you want me to fix you up?"
"Yes," the robot said eagerly.
"Alright then."
"All do you is making?" Asked 831\1 so quickly that Nell wasn't sure if the robot had even heard her answer.
"What?"
"You can only make technology? Or have you can do other things?"
This was a question that Nell got from most clients early in their relationship. 831\1 had never asked before. It was a fair question, and Nell had a spiel prepared.
She took a deep breath. "I'm a technopath for mechanisms and machines with a bit on the side for computers. I can see through one-way glass, tell how much power is left in a battery by touching it, and I'm immune to electrical shocks except for my epidermis. I can do math and science but I don't know how I do them." How many times had she said that in her life? Ten times? A hundred times?
She contemplated for a moment before her homemade cellphone buzzed violently. Richard. She answered it, and he was already talking.
"Do you know any robots?"
"No, I don't want a repeat of last winter," she admitted seriously. Her blue-green eyes, the color of oxidized copper, became glazed as she thought back. Then she changed the conversation. "While I'm here, do you want me to fix you up?"
"Yes," the robot said eagerly.
"Alright then."
"All do you is making?" Asked 831\1 so quickly that Nell wasn't sure if the robot had even heard her answer.
"What?"
"You can only make technology? Or have you can do other things?"
This was a question that Nell got from most clients early in their relationship. 831\1 had never asked before. It was a fair question, and Nell had a spiel prepared.
She took a deep breath. "I'm a technopath for mechanisms and machines with a bit on the side for computers. I can see through one-way glass, tell how much power is left in a battery by touching it, and I'm immune to electrical shocks except for my epidermis. I can do math and science but I don't know how I do them." How many times had she said that in her life? Ten times? A hundred times?
She contemplated for a moment before her homemade cellphone buzzed violently. Richard. She answered it, and he was already talking.
"Do you know any robots?"
