“You, uh, really take trying out your product seriously, don’t you?”
The man was nervous. Sheen’s workshop did that, got people thinking about all the pieces coming to life, or about all the meat parts they still had.
That was, however, no excuse for rudeness.
“Mmm?” Sheen made like he didn’t know what the guy was talking about.
“Your, uh, your arm?”
He’d actually said it. Sheen marked a point in his favor.
“This?” Sheen sent a thought through the wiring and detached his metal arm — mostly composites and ceramic, but “metal arm, meat arm” sounded cooler. “Does this—” he waved the stump “— look like something I did to myself?” Continue reading