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[peridork]

[Huff.] Wait. So, basically, you want me to help you to build some new limbs that will replace the ones that these "squishy people" have lost? Interesting...

Um. You realize I don't know anything about human anatomy, right?

[imaginary_wife]

You probably don't know anything about Indogene or Clawdite anatomy either, but who says a girl can't learn a few new tricks.

I can give you the skeletal specifics for a start. [The Clawdite will probably be the most difficult.]

[peridork]

I'll need a proposal in plain terms of exactly what it is you want me to accomplish, as well. Gems differ greatly from organic species, so you'll need to understand that I am likely going to lack context for many of the concepts you may propose.

That said, you've come to the right gem for the job. Though you'll need to clarify for me what these "indogenes" and "clawdites" are supposed to be.

[imaginary_wife]

You're already on the right path with your limb extensions.

I'm an Indogene. An artificial person created to pursue science. My kind have research focuses- mine was medicine and repair. Clawdits are shape-changers, so an arm that can alter shape with the victim would be most optimal.

I'll send you a thorough proposal.

Speaking of which, I could use more medical information on Gems when you have a chance. Right now I have very little.

[peridork]

[She raises a brow, distracted by a pretty irrelevant detail:] Wait. You're artificial? In what sense? [Everyone else that she's talked to on the crew so far has been organic.]

[imaginary_wife]

We're grown in test tubes.

[Most of the time it doesn't bother her- she just doesn't think about it. But after so recently having seen the Omec? On Earth, they were real people. Real, genuine people. But to the Omec they'd been highly intelligent servants and walking, expendable biological material.]

[She doesn't know how she feels about it at the moment.]

[peridork]

[Fortunately, Peridot doesn't think that is that weird. It's actually refreshingly normal sounding by her standards, considering that her kind is grown by injecting a bunch of goop deep into the planets crust.]

Fascinating... Well. As far as gems go, there's really not much you need be filled in on. Our bodies are projected. If we sustain damage, we simply retreat to our gems and regenerate on our own. I suppose I can write up a proper dossier, just for the sake of your records... but you may not find it very useful, beyond being informative.

[imaginary_wife]

Considering we have no idea what we'll come up against, any information is useful. Even if only for the sake of records.

[And she's very much the type who would want the information anyway, just out of curiosity.]

[peridork]

...Alright. I can do that much, at least. I should have relevant information already compiled in my logs, I'll just need some time to compile it all and send it to you via MID. And while I'm doing that, you can send me the information for these... "prosthetics" of yours, that you need made.

[imaginary_wife]

Deal. [And she'll send her the details necessary, a skeletal structure for Eggsy and the problems involved with making something shape-shifty for a Clawdite. Along with details about the elasticity of the organic materials she'll be using, too.]

[peridork]

Excellent. I'll contact you again once I have reviewed the received information, and then perhaps we can meet in person to take this project further.