Jane (184.108.40.206) flexed her new fingers.
It wasn’t her first artificial limb, she already had a replacement leg from the knee down. But she never thought much about the responsiveness or flexibility of her leg. It simply wasn’t something she thought about. This was different; she used her fingers all the time.
She made a fist, then stretched out the fingers, then twisted them up a bit.
The fingers seemed slow to respond at first, but once they got the message they seemed to move in double time to catch up. She felt like she was constantly overcompensating.
It would take some getting used to.
The elbow and shoulder were better, but still it would take some time to move with full proficiency again.
Jane Doe (220.127.116.11) stood over her, gesturing to dismiss some part of her personal display.
“How does it feel?” 78.1 asked.
“Fine,” Jane said, putting on a smile. You had to smile. Jane’s all smiled. That was one of the rules.
“Please take the time to rate your service,” 78.1 said, gathering up her tools.
Jane kept flexing her fingers as 78.1 left, leaning back on examination table, letting her mind wander. The new arm might make her job a lot easier actually. Her old augments were good, but the fully synthetic arm would hold more and better augments than her original. So that was something to look forward too.
One of her sisters was transferring to this planet, and it would be good to see her if she could. She couldn’t be too obvious about trying to see Jane (18.104.22.168), or they’d both be taken away. Probably shipped back to the Homeland, to be reeducated or killed. She didn’t think she could handle losing another friend so soon after Koya.
At least he hadn’t been captured.
The Julians could have made him talk. Jane knew this. She’d carried out the procedure herself.
She realized she’d been in the workshop too long. If she stayed much longer, she would be accused of laziness or failure to acclimate to her new parts. Both of those were against the rules.