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(( My preciopus android repair team looks so kawii!!Kyaaa))

They all seem getting along pretty well,my last few workers woudln't sotp figthning over who gets which tool.Miwako had to create a whole schedule for them,and what tools they can use at what time..atta atta..my head hruts jsut thinking about it.

Crossing her legs Miwako looked over a few catalogs,picking up the newest issue of "Mechanics Weekly" Miwako started to drool over a pair of cool looking goggles. They were actually goggles with x-ray vison,yes x-ray vision. So you wouldn't have to open up the whole android to see what wires were messed,or what part was damaged. You could attack the problem straight on.

Looking over at Stixton,she wondered why she hadn't chatted up most of her workers. Maybe its because she was always busy running around,transporting the broken androids back to the lab,fixing them,and transporting them back to their owners. And then of course they were all busy working,which wasn't a bad thing of course.

Jumping down from her seat Miwako walked over to the metal counter,standing next to Stixton,Miwako barly reached up to her shoulder but Miwako was all to use to her short height.Looking over the android quitely for a momment, her crystal blue eyes twinkled with admiration. "Ne..do you think androids have souls,do you think they actually feel like living beings,even when they arne't actually alive??" It was a strange question to ask,but Miwako had always wondered what others thought,after practically growing up with androids,Miwako cherished them more then most humans.

Stixon was loosening the head from the join so that the outer shell of the head moved away from the body section, trailing a number of wires with it. It was an odd piece of tech, it seemed to be partially clockwork. As stixon was fiddling turning a cog with her finger, Miwako appeared next to her, Stixon almost jumped when she spoke.

'Ne..do you think androids have souls,do you think they actually feel like living beings,even when they arne't actually alive'

This really made Stixon think, it was a really complex question, one which many people argued about. Stixon stopped working thinking with her head down with a glazed look crossing over her eyes. She went queit for a few minuted thinking, taping her forearm witha spanner as she ticked it over.

'I think some androids are capable of bieng inhabited by a soul, not all of them, in some special cases i think there may be the spark that may divides them as free thinking from thier programming.
As for feeling alive im not really sure, i think they could strive to be alive but never truely feeling at rest with themselves. I think that would be a very depressing situation for a bieng to be in. I think they can seem very alive these days sometimes appearing to think for themselves, but as androids they are never truely alive. Although i have to admit, it seems it will soon be a very thin line between the living and the non-living.'

Stixon looked to Miwako and smiled, with a slightly amused expression, those topics really troubled her.

'Goodness thats a really deep question there, so since ive given you my opinion on the sbject what would yours be? im interested to know what someone so experienced with the workings of all these biengs has to say on a subject which is becoming more and more controversial.'
Stixon stopped and tilted her head thinking, and added one more thing.

'Also one question i would really like to know your opinion on 'The possible movement by Clover industries to make thier androids feel pain, i mean i know it would come in useful to make them more aware of damage and avoiding it, but this could be a step too far. What do you think of it?

Walking inside he stumbled slightly still no use to the lack of weight on his right side. "Um, excuse is anyone here I need a bit of help with sometihng", he said as he made sure that his cape still covered his right side. Glancing about he noticed the assortment of wires and steel covering desks and old robots of sort in the corner now and then. A small sweet drop appeared on his head as he scratched his head with his left hand smiling unassured now of what he was going to ask.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.", he said as he saw a girl injure herself.

"Errr well let me put it this way I am in need of a new right arm for reason of my own...", he said looking away slightly. He wasn't even sure if they could or would do it for him. This was just a long shot if they didn't then his life would be a whole lot harder on him, but it was worth it right?

"Well as you've probally guessed I'm missing an arm from a pact", he said averting his eyes as he removed the clock revealing that his arm had been amputated from little bellow the shoulder. "Is there any possible way that you could make a prothesthic for me...and if you could is it possible to install something in it?", he asked curiously as his tail flicker back and forth.

Stixon thought for a while digesting Miwako's words, she did have a point, she really knew what she was talking about with the androids. One thing still bother Stixon, it was Miwako's manner, she acted and presented herself as innocent and easy going but she was a very deep characters with obviosly strong views and a equally strong will to match. 'She is truely a wolf in sheeps clothing' Stixon thought as Miwako skipped care-free across the room her curls bobbing as though she had never even spoke to Stixon.
She picket up her spanner again and rattleds about in the cogs turning and twisting, picking up an oil can now and again. She flipped the Owl-bot back up the right way and tested its joins, its head still only moved a fraction, whatever it was it diddnt want to be shaken free. Stixon grabbed a small pen-light and long thin rod with a small hook on the end, and began fishing deep in the join in the neck. After a short while of rooting the rod back and forth to no luck she eventually snagged somthing, stixon kept the rod taught and pulled gently shifting the rod back forth hoping to work the object free. soon it rose to the edge of the join and Stixon was slightly dissapointe by what it was. With some more wriggling of the hook the object came free and floated onto the desk.
It was a slightly ripped and oil stained red hankerchief. That was no-where near as interesting as she thought it was going to be. She took the owl head again and oiled between the joints and screwed it beck in place turning the head gently it now rotated all the way round 180 degrees.
'Just like a real little owl' she mused as she took up the rag and polished up the security bot untill it shone like brass. She couldnt help it , she flipped open the panel and pressed the startup button, she wanted to see it move.
It bleeped and whirred and its brass and tin feathers rose up, as if life was bieng breathed into it and it hopped from Stixons hands as it jolted along the table, it turned to face her and whistled and clicked as it tick-tocked in a clockwork mannar along the table. its little brass feathered wings flapped at its sides as it hopped along the bench helping it keep its balance.
It stood its read rotating this way and that bleeping quitly to itself and grinding as it processed information. 'What could it be doing?' Stixon thought as she walked up to it and tapped it. Instantly the owl stopped, 'Secruri-bot F-11 moving to position space area HX-6 for monitoring'
it stated simply as it hopped neatly into the air and off the edge of the table and nimbly out the door.
'Oh it was getting its location and moving back to its working zone....smart little thing' Stixon stood dumbfounded for a moment at the open door wiping her oily hands with the red rag and smiled.

Rivera took account of his requests on the laptop and replied softly. "Please hold still..." She took the glass and placed it over his arm. A wire connected from it to her arm. Rivera winced slightly as it entered her skin. Another cable for the laptop connected to her to her other arm. The laptop was gentle and she showed no signs of pain. "Don't move, just relax..." There was a line of sweeping light, like a scanner's, across the face of the glass. The dual circles of light whirled slowly around her eyes, one turn per second. A framework of his arm appeared on the screen of the computer in a rotation system. Her mind was processing it as it was given to the computer, saving time with not having to calculate it later on.

As the scan finished, Rivera closed her eyes, staggering slightly... too much work and not enough sleep, possibly... The amount of calculation and the speed she had to deliver it at, maybe... what she saw was special about the composition of this arm she was to make in comparison to the body ratio of the man combined with everything she's learned in the past, probably. The wires retracted and she looked up with grey-blue eyes.

"I will have the arm complete for you in approximately three days... perhaps sooner..." She whispered to him as she passed his shoulder. "It would depend on whether or not I decide to sleep in the next few days." She set down her computer and began typing, using algebraic functions to modify the arm to match his arm proportions and balance the weight on the material she would decide to use for it. There was also the solar panel and the back battery cells probably. She wanted it to be independent of fuel, so it would not hinder the user in battle, nor blow up in heated situations.

((there's a fee? o0)) Hearing the humming of the laptops fan he risked a glance to see what she was doing and grimaced slightly as he saw the wires enter her arm. Deciding that what she did was what she did he closed his eyes and waited until she was done. Hearing her response and estimate in time he responded,"Well I don't mind how long it takes as long as I get before the next star test and also I don't mind how heavy it is I'll adapt to the change in weight, but thank you very much." After saying his words he ended it with a bow as he stuck one leg out in true gentlemen fashion? o-o Scratching the back of his head he wondered what he should do. More importantly he wondered how much it would cost. Looking towards the girl who was apparently the head technician he hailed her and asked, "Oi, madam how much will the arm cost...I'm kinda low on cash is there anyway to work it off?" Looking onward he noticed small screens begin to surround her and sighed dissapointedly. "So much for that", he thought as he sat down nearby to wait for an answer.