Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24839525-20180410123959/@comment-28372626-20180411014813

Eve returns with a large toolkit. She plunks it down beside the robot and clicks it open. An array of tools fills the box, and she selects a wire stripper, a screwdriver, and a set of hefty pilers. "No fancy omnitools for me." Like she did with the robot dancer, she flips the bot over to the backside and exposes his control panel. Screwing it loose, she begins to work her trade on the circuits of the bot.

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Wiping a drop of sweat off her brow, she finishes fixing the intermechanics of the robot and proceeds to buff the robot's exterior, polishing and greasing the pivots and joints. With the eye of a mechanic's daughter, she leaves not a single scratch on the robot, until he shines like new. After finishing, she gets up, stretches, and surveys her work. "There you are," she says quietly to the robot. "All tidied up. Not bad for a Valedon, huh?" Unconsciously, a small smile forms on her face.

That hadn't happened since Father lost his job to the robots.