Machine Man (serial)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I went to work with a spring in my step. Not literally. If you want to be literal, I went to work with servo-magnetics in my step. I mean I was happy. I was optimistic. I was glad to be alive. I read somewhere that for a person to be content with life, they need two out of three things: health, work, and love. Right now, I was all over that. I was a triple threat.

It was early days with Lola. I knew that. But this thing we had, it was something. It was something.

As I strolled toward the Glass Room, I tried to think what I should do next, on the project. Maybe I had gotten too caught up with the hand problem. Did I have to let the fact that I hadn’t come up with a perfect hand design block the whole project? No. No, I did not. Screw the hand. I would use something stop-gap. Then I could attach an arm.

I smiled. I liked the idea of going back to Lola with a new arm. She had been pleased enough just to see me in the legs.

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