Chapter One - Staring
“Let sleeping tigers lie.”
--Cooler Versions of Shitty Old Proverbs, fifth edition, 2057
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“Hey, bot, pass the clickity thing,” I said with a gesture towards the repair drone.
The drone was hovering there, silent and unmoving, though I knew it had so sort of propeller thing going on because there was a constant wash of warm air coming out from its bottom. I’d purchased it when I picked up my newest hobby.
Technically, this thing could get my ch up and running in a fraction of the ti it took to do it.
Also, it wouldn’t ss up the repairs and break even more stuff while doing it. It had the schematics for the ch in its little robot head, and could fix nearly anything wrong with it, especially with access to my matter fabricator to make parts.
But that would rob of all my fun.
The drone passed a tool--was it called a ratchet?--and I leaned into the ch and slotted it over a small bolt.
I hadn’t jumped into this new hobby entirely unprepared. I’d bought a cheap bit of software from Myalis that gave step-by-step instructions on how to fix this particular ch. It was telling what to undo and where, and which part needed replacing.
It was kind of like a big three-dinsional puzzle, but one put together by a mad scientist who’d just taken a fat snort of cocaine before they got creative.
Every part of the ch was small and intricate and linked to others so that replacing one piece required that I take apart a dozen more.
I was positive that it was built this way to make sure it was as strong as possible or sothing. It also made it insanely fucking annoying to fix.
You know, when most people pick up a new hobby, they generally start themselves off easily, then work up to harder challenges.
“Cowards,” I dismissed, mostly because I knew it would bother Myalis.
Maybe you should work on sothing more your speed? Like a Jenga tower? That would have chanical properties that even you can understand.
I laughed. “Low blow,” I said. I chewed on my lip while flicking the ratchet around, and then the bolt I’d been working on ca free and the part I wanted to replace fell... right in between the armoured plates of the ch.
It clinked and clanked on its way down, and I just stared into the dark crack where it had gone. “Fuck,” I said.
I’m adding to the total projected ti until the warch is repaired once more.
A little counter that had been gently dropping as I worked flickered, and the 36 days climbed up to 39. “You really don’t have any faith in , do you?” I asked.
I do have faith in you, Catherine. I’m mostly teasing you to keep your mood up. You’re unusually motivated by antagonism, even of the more friendly variety. But I do think that, if you set your mind to it, you’ll master this in due ti.
I felt myself flushing a bit, then shook my head. “Nevermind that. Hey, repair drone, fetch that part, would you?”
The drone hovered up and above, and so parts along its side unfolded. Soon a small line snaked out and into the crack, the tip lighting up faintly with what I imagined was a cara-light combo. It had little grippers too, for grabbing onto wayward parts.
The repairs so far had mostly involved taking things apart. I’d removed a few armoured plates and disconnected a few parts. It gave so access to the front left section of the ch where one of the Gatling guns had been.
The gun itself was... probably sowhere in Burlington still. It had been ripped clean off, hence the repair job.
“Are you taking a break?”
I glanced back to see Lucy returning with a tray. It had a can of soda on it, next to the parts I’d sent her out for.
“Just a little one,” I admitted as I leapt off the scaffolding and landed in a crouch next to her. “Thanks,” I said as I took the tray and set it down. I turned back to her, and swept my gaze up and down. Lucy was always a pleasure to look at, but seeing her in a little one-piece swimsuit was just... nice. Very nice.
Myalis had been swatting away spy drones all afternoon, and while I was pretty sure they were out here mostly to see what I was up to and to snoop on the warch parked out front, I still felt a little jealous thrill at the thought of others seeing Lucy out here.
“Wow, I can feel you staring,” she said, lips quirking into an easy smile. “But two things. First, you’re covered in oil and gunk. And second, I’m still sore.”
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I laughed. “Yeah, fair,” I said as I leaned back against the scaffolds and popped the tab on the soda. “Myalis says that it’ll only take another... month and a week or so to finish fixing this bad boy.” I gestured to the ch with a thumb.
“A month and a week,” she said. “Isn’t that a long ti?”
“Eh. If I really need it, then I’ll let the drone fix it up. How long would that take, Myalis?”
Approximately three hours.
“Under a week,” I said to Lucy. Look, I had so pride, and wasn’t above lying to Lucy to make myself look less incompetent.
She smiled the smile of soone who knew and who--luckily for --thought it was more amusing than anything else. “Hey, thought you should know, but I saw Rac in the printer room. She was making stuff for herself, I think.”
“Oh?” I asked before taking a sip. “Well, whatever. She’d been the one bringing in the most materials for the recycler. Only fair that she gets to use so of it.”
“I think she was making shotgun shells,” Lucy said.
“Wait, really?” I asked. I frowned, then navigated through my aug’s nus to connect to the house’s network--which I dared any non-samurai from trying to break into--then to the printer itself.
The machine was exactly as smart as I’d expect from a Protector-made machine. It had logs of every item it had ever made, and who had picked it up. There were so from , a few from Lucy, and a heap from Rac.
Lots of turrets, which only made sense. We’d been producing and selling those on the side for a little bit. A lot of them were probably scattered around rooftops in Burlington, and I didn’t doubt that a few would get picked up and resold by soone unscrupulous, but they were basically free to make.
If Rac had nabbed a few herself, then I wouldn’t have bat an eye. I...wasn’t exactly paying her. Sure, free rent and a room with however many als a day she wanted in my place was nice, but she was a little more independent than the kittens.
But there were a lot of purchases on the list that had ... curious about Rac’s activities.
“Heavy plasma shotgun?” I read. “Myalis, how did she get the printer to print that?”
You purchased a Heavy Plasma Turret Emplacent Blueprint several days ago. The gun she printed is technically ant to be mounted on a turret, so it was included in the blueprints.
“Well, well,” I said.
Not only had she bought the gun, she’d gotten ammo for it, multiple tis across a few days.
There were a few other things. So guns, a few prosthetics, but nothing insane.
I let out a long winded sigh. “I need to look into this, don’t I?” I asked.
Lucy shifted closer to and wrapped her arms around my waist. “It’s fine,” she said. “Besides, I can take care of a few of your projects... if you promise not to add too many more to my plate.”
“Projects?” I asked.
“You were helping soone beco mayor, you promised to set up a free-or-nearly-free prosthetics clinic, you still need to do sothing about the Sewer Dragons... I think I’m forgetting a few loose ends,” Lucy said.
“Oh,” I said. “Didn’t you want to avoid touching ? I’m greasy.”
She shrugged. “We have very nice showers.”
I considered things for a mont, then let out a groan and lted into Lucy. “Fine. I’ll be moderately responsible,” I said.
Lucy laughed. “How about you do things at a reasonable pace? One problem a day?”
“I think so of these things are more than a one-day issue,” I said.
“You know, Myalis can serve as a glorified agenda,” Lucy said. “Myalis, make sure she has at least half a day off. Cat’s technically on vacation. And how is she going to find ti for her new hobby if she’s running around all day long?”
Duly noted.
I frowned. “Lucy, stop telling Myalis what to do. She’s my extraordinarily overpowered bullshit AI. You’re only supposed to use her to annoy and for kinky stuff.”
I’d really rather not.
Lucy gave a peck on the cheek, the cleaner one. “If I feel like it,” she said, which could have ant anything.
“Right... where’s Rac now?” I asked.
Myalis helpfully let spy on our friend by giving her real-ti location. She was a few blocks over, taking a public tram across the city.
“I should go check on her,” I said. “Person-to-person, you know?”
“After you take a shower,” Lucy said. Then she smiled. “I’ll clean your back if you do mine?”
Well, I could hardly refuse that.
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