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[14thcommander]

"I believe it's modular once they're in there! Risk is pretty minimal, I believe. My main worry is, you know..." Hange makes a vague gesture, and then reaches to top up Tess and herself. "I like swimming. Ocean swimming. Rhys assures me that we can account for water and sand and such, but seawater is hard on most every material."

[dog_eat_dog]

"And I guess it'd be a nightmare taking it in and out just for that. Can't throw on a pair of goggles or something?"

[14thcommander]

"Oh, probably. But goggles aren't perfect. They leak, pop off... Rhys says we can make them hold up, but I don't want to rely on technology I don't understand and can't fix, eh?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"Mm," Tess hums. That would be a problem. "If you can't fix it yourself, then it just becomes a liability. Not a lot of people with complex prosthetics in my world."

[14thcommander]

"Yeah! That's why I'm learning from Rhys. I'll get on top of it, and if I don't, I won't accept the prosthetic. Kind of strange how a machine is more reliable than a regular old eye, huh? Although," Hange taps next to her one remaining eye, beside her nose, "My eyes have always been shit. Heh heh."

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess smiles a little.

"I guess if you like the new one a lot, you can eventually replace the other, too."

[14thcommander]

"Shit, you're right. Then I can move on to my legs."

[dog_eat_dog]

"Gotta do the wrists after that," she suggests. "No strains, no sprains, no risk of breaks."

[14thcommander]

"You think? It might be more efficient to start at the bottom and go up, so I have a mechanical stomach next."

[dog_eat_dog]

"You're skipping a lot, jumping all the way up to the stomach!" Tess snorts.

[14thcommander]

Trailing it out: "Robooooooooooootic vaginaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess laughs.

"Never have to do kegels in your life. Could add all sorts of fun features."

[14thcommander]

"I think I'd have it shoot out tiny fireworks when I dropped my pants. What's a kegel?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"It's when you flex the muscles in your vagina over and over again. It helps keep it all tight. Fireworks are good too."

[14thcommander]

Hange lets out a giant hee-haw of a laugh. "What? They actually have a thing for that?"

[dog_eat_dog]

"Yeah," Tess says, and she doesn't know a damn thing about how real it is, but it is, at least, a thing. Even if it isn't, it's funny. "Start now, might pay off in your forties and onward!"

[14thcommander]

"Shit! I wish a strong vaginal grip could solve my actual problems!" Hange is losing it. Fuck. The world has such foreign and strange concerns.

[dog_eat_dog]

“Shit, me too,” she snorts. “But at least it keeps some things fun.”

[14thcommander]

"Well, I won't have to think about doing 'kegels' even once, I will just rely on the amazing hydraulic press I'll build into my robotic vagina."

[dog_eat_dog]

“And I'm sure you’ll have every man here at your beck and call even if it’s powerful enough to crush.”

[14thcommander]

"That's how I'll build my power base. Yes, put your dick in right there - vrrt - you don't want to lose it? Swear your loyalty, then."

[dog_eat_dog]

“Genius,” she replies. “Move it to the top of the priority list. Who needs an eyeball?”

[14thcommander]

"You're right. I was thinking too small before. I will bring it up to Rhys posthaste. Thanks for the brainstorming session, Tess!"

[dog_eat_dog]

“Glad I could be useful.”

She grins.

“Good luck to whoever ends up being your guinea pig for fine tuning.”

[14thcommander]

"I'll just steal a hot dog from the dining hall. There's no need to be cruel." Said with the most devious possible smirk.