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SOURCE P14 V1/3.
Machine Man (serial)

Final →V2

Date: Thu Feb 26 04:07:29 2009 +0000

Page 14.


On my third day back, Lola Banks, the prosthetic specialist from the hospital, visited me at work. It had to be at work; I hadn’t gone home. I told my boss that my leg made the commute too hard, but to be honest, I’d been hoping to do this for years. The company had showers, a 24-hour kitchen, even rooms with bunks. Why wouldn’t you live here? There was everything you could ever need.

“Whoa,” said Lola Banks. “What is that thing?”

I looked down. “Oh. An office chair. Well, parts of it.”

“Who did this?” She dropped to her knees and began to run her hands over the metal. I felt a little uncomfortable, because we were in the lobby, which was the size of a small cathedral, and a few people glanced at us.

“I did.”

“You strapped pieces of an office chair to your leg? Why would you do that?”

“Well,” I said. “I can sit in this. If you think about it, isn’t it better to take seating with you than scatter chairs everywhere you might possibly want to sit?”

“Not if you want to go up stairs,” Lola Banks said. “Or move faster than a child. Or not make that dragging sound.”

“This is just temporary. While I design something better.”

She stood. “Like what?”

I considered. Lola Banks was not cleared for deeper access. But that was fixable. “I’ll show you.”


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