[Dr. Geiszler had always been one of the few people at MIT Kit had admired for the way he worked the system. They'd been introduced after she'd won her second regional science fair, and for a long time his academic career had been her own goal. But Kit Peddler was not suited for academia, and her stay at MIT had ended rather abruptly after freshman year. It was for the best, but she'd been sorry to leave Geiszler. His spark for applied cybernetics nearly rivaled her own.
It takes Kit a little while longer than usual to make her way across town. Her brand new leg (her leg, not the organic she came with) is still healing, the nerves still growing into their new channels, the bone and titanium not fused. She's clumsy on her white forearm crutches, but Kit takes the time to stop and pick up a few containers of Thai takeout and some drinks. New implants need to be fed with electricity and food, at least until Kit can replace her immune system with nanites.
Professor Geiszler's "clinic" is less sketchy than the basement of the man Kit let drill into her own skull, and with a shrug she raises a hand and knocks at the door. The spark of excitement going through her is electric. Baelheit understands, certainly, but it'll be nice to get back in touch with someone a little more DIY. Anyway, Kit is eager to show off her progress to her old teacher. She'd told him a thousand times she'd modify herself, transcend the limitations of the human body, and now she's well on her way.]
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It takes Kit a little while longer than usual to make her way across town. Her brand new leg (her leg, not the organic she came with) is still healing, the nerves still growing into their new channels, the bone and titanium not fused. She's clumsy on her white forearm crutches, but Kit takes the time to stop and pick up a few containers of Thai takeout and some drinks. New implants need to be fed with electricity and food, at least until Kit can replace her immune system with nanites.
Professor Geiszler's "clinic" is less sketchy than the basement of the man Kit let drill into her own skull, and with a shrug she raises a hand and knocks at the door. The spark of excitement going through her is electric. Baelheit understands, certainly, but it'll be nice to get back in touch with someone a little more DIY. Anyway, Kit is eager to show off her progress to her old teacher. She'd told him a thousand times she'd modify herself, transcend the limitations of the human body, and now she's well on her way.]