3.1: Slowing down?

My shop was starting to feel more and more like a doctor’s office than a machine shop.  Though when you’re a being made out of magic and metal, I suppose they’re one in the same for your species.  Scara, from our construction team, had built me a lovely reclining chair.  It wasn’t soft or cushy but it was solid and strong enough to handle the added weight of an Automata.

It reminded me a lot of the chair at a dentist and was super useful for being able to examine my fellow Automata.  Today, I was the patient though.  After a mishap on my part, I’d done considerable damage to myself that included destroying half of my face and losing an eye.

I sat in the chair and my proxy, Ratchet, set a pin in the chair to recline me back.  Ratchet had been designed expressly for handling r