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[curingidiocy]

Dr. Ratio

"There's no rush."

Dr. Ratio

Greetings, I am Veritas Ratio.

Dr. Ratio

Knowledge should flow freely between people, and the same fate should befall truth. You can ask me about technical problems at any moment, and I shall do my utmost to give you a reply.

Dr. Ratio

But before you ask, remember to establish best practices for intense self-rumination, and remember that time is precious for everyone, as for me, so for you.

Dr. Ratio

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Comments

[misclassed]

Oh, quit being such a pissant. You know that's not what I meant. It's good work, right? Better than your last job — call it a little gift from one lackey of a Beast to another. Fine by me if you don't want paid, too. It's Aventurine's money anyway.

(And if he tries to complain about you leaving him alone in bed, just remind him I waited plenty of time to start bothering you, and I didn't fuss over him buying weird stuff to leave all over my workshop.)

[curingidiocy]

You still have not given me an adequate reason to assist you.

[misclassed]

Is the fact that this kid is missing an arm not enough for you?

[curingidiocy]

[ Long pause. ]

I'll be there in fifteen minutes.

[ Yeah he was just throwing a fit because Muramasa was being too bossy for his tastes. ]

[misclassed]

[ Well, whatever works. ]

Attaboy.

We're looking at two separate problems. The arm itself, and the fact that it's been ripped off. If I'm looking at it right, you'll have to remove the remaining wreckage from wherever it's attached to him, and then we'll have to restore the original form and reassemble it before we try and reattach anything. I can reshape metal easy enough, but the actual design and reassembly is going to have to be on you, for now.

[ Because, missing arm, lol. ]

[curingidiocy]

[ This damn grandpa treating him like a little boy. Not even the Genius Society members do that and some of them are old enough to be his great^{^x≥5} grandparent. ]

I will need a closer look at the biomechanical integration system the arm uses to connect itself to the nervous system, but it should be a simple task otherwise.

Have you informed the patient of my involvement?

[misclassed]

I told him it wasn't my specialty and that I needed a technical advisor. He seemed fine with it.

[curingidiocy]

Who?

[misclassed]

Kid named Vash.

[curingidiocy]

I recall him being a rather excitable one on the network.

[misclassed]

Definitely a yapper, for sure.

[curingidiocy]

Have you already made any observations regarding the arm? I would prefer not to retread known ground.

[misclassed]

I'm not familiar with the alloy, is all. See for yourself.

[ and he patches in a copy of his conversation with vash. ]

I won't know anything more specific until I can get my hands on it in person.