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Daja fired up the forge, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as she watched the burning flames. It had taken her some time to fully clean our the dust and other strange debris, organise and clean the tools, and get everything into working order - but she now had a place where she could work her craft.

But now it was time to get to work. Metals were scarce, but she had found some pieces of scrap-metal that were workable, and so she began the task of melting them down into something she could use.

She wondered if anyone would respond to her message – she hoped she had managed to use the omnicomm correctly – or perhaps even see the smoke from her forge, and visit her today.

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"You are part machine?" Daja said, very curious. How does it work, if there's no magic involved? Do you find keeping everything in working order difficult?" And yes, she can see a little of that inhumanity, now that she's looking for it. It doesn't scare or repulse her though - she finds it fascinating.

"And yes, I'd be very interested in that!" Daja said. "How does the cyborg arm work? May I take a closer look at it? How do you plan to connect it up with it's owner?"

"There's going to be a small amount of surgery involved." Allen smiles wryly. He holds the arm out to her - it was built to withstand the daily wear and tear of use sustained by a regular arm, so laymen holding it shouldn't damage the machinery. "Take a look at the point where it joins the arm. The individual nerves will be hooked up to sensors, so that the machine will respond to the brain's signals as a real arm would."

Daja took the arm, inspecting it carefully. "That must be very painful," she said, frowning. And paused - she hated feeling like she was bragging, but if there were other people who may one day need replacement limbs, then... "The leg I made - I used magic to allow it to respond to Polyam like a real leg. Connecting it right into the nerves...you wouldn't be able to take it off again, would you?"

Running her fingers over the limb, inspecting it with her magic as well as her eyes, Daja considered the applications. "But an arm would present different challenges than a leg. A leg supports the body, but the body has to support an arm. If I were to make an arm with my living metal, I'd need to experiment more to see if it were possible."

She peered at the end of the arm: the place where it would one day connect to a person. "This is excellently made though. I can't imagine how you managed it without magic."

"He'll be under an anesthetic for the procedure, most likely. And thanks. The science is very, very advanced."

And part of his understanding of it comes from a magical background, but that's not relevant to the limb at hand.

"If you'd like to be part of Engineering, I can give you your first job now. It would involve writing, though." Allen raises his eyebrows. "Hope you don't hate written homework or anything."

Daja nodded. She had her doubts, her - she couldn't help but find Allen's description of exactly how the arm was attached unsettling - but she trusted that he knew what he was doing. After all, Allen himself was a clear example that it worked.

"Usually the type of homework I always hated was making nails," Daja said with a hint of amusement. "I'm happy to do a bit or writing. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"I'd like a detailed written explanation of the process and mechanics, magical and mundane, by which you made that leg of yours. I'd also like you to experiment by making a small practice prosthetic - a finger, or hand - and outlining the exact process of that. Please include a speculative section in which you plan an arm, concerns you would have in building it, as well as any bugs which might need working out of the process in order to use your abilities to replicate any functioning part of the human body."

Too much?

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