"So, you're saying that girls are supposed to sit at tables and talk about love?" Tiffaney asked, her mother regained consciousness and the two were working on a very large robotic arm. Like Tiffaney, her strength and abilities were tied to creation and the use of mechanical systems. Traps built by herself ignored her titanic nature, but divine providence still kicked in, keeping her from dying.
"In my time it was mostly about the new stuff. Phones were starting to get good, and the initial social media wave had ended. So, we were able to share, read, and watch more than ever before." Twisting something inside the metal frame the girl on the gang way handed her another wrapped coil of solder before she sat back on the large toolbox.
