by napsii » Sat Aug 04, 2012 11:20 pm
Harriett looked not all there as she communed, too tangled up in the task to give any indication of her health beyond the constant, low stream of binary coming like a soft breath from her mouth. It wasn't close to a challenge to identify the issue; as soon as she had united with the Machine Spirit's conscience, she noted the imperfect flow of power to its systems. Had anyone been able to read her thoughts, they may have been able to place a finger on what felt like sympathy radiating from Harriett's thoughts. Considering she was incapable of it -- at least toward an organic -- it could be assumed this was some deeper, more esoteric type of connection that motivated her to fix it.
She disconnected from the communing, the array of tools on her mechadendrites suddenly at the ready as she moved curtly around to the machine's side, disengaging the side panel to reveal the wreck of hardware within. The effects of blunt trauma against them was obvious. With that, she dove both her hands and her tool-equipped tentacles inside, deploying a number of widgets to adroitly and patiently analyze and then repair or replace every segment of the machine's interior.
But she wasn't jury rigging it. Any idiot knew she could fix it in a few moments, but she took her precious time correcting every single flaw she could find inside the machine, from replacing and sorting wiring, to repairing damaged hardware, as well as giving it a very thorough cleaning to make it all look very neat by the time she was finished.
She stepped back at last, bolting the panel back on and pressing a button on the machine to see if her work was a success. If anything, the small machine should have been running with about 198% more efficiency and accuracy than before on account of the thoroughness of her repairs.