fissionmailed | //The day is breaking now, it's time to go away

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//The day is breaking now, it's time to go away

[There is a laboratory on the fifth floor that is already back in use following the blackout. Otacon and Sunny had been hard at work to set this place up following their theft of half a computer lab and most of the technology on one particular floor. Now, this exceptionally secure facility - for the husband of a Liquid, paranoia was normal - was back in action already, though most of the security features needed to be reset. Finally, he could run those tests. For a while, all that could be heard from the room was strange noises, whirring, clicking, the whining of machinery.]

[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]

[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]

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volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )

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[Raikov groaned, mechanical hand still tightly clenched.]

Uh...why don't you tell me about this thing.
I'm interested.

Hm? The hand?

[He glanced back at him before resuming his rapid typing.]

The needles connect to the nerves in your arm. Inside each of them are tiny, minute wires capable of sending quick signals between the hand and the mind though the nervous system. It's very sensitive to thought - it will respond just as your normal hand would. There is a slight problem with it being stronger than your normal hand, however - you're going to need some practice with it before you should handle anything too fragile with it. Good thing is, it's a lot less fragile than your own hand - once it's fixed on properly, it isn't coming off until you say it's coming off. And it can take a lot of damage, too.

[Raikov looked down at his hand, still throbbing in pain, but the edge was wearing off.]

...Well, I can say I'm extremely grateful, Emmerich. I'm still shocked by your generosity...

[He concentrated on uncurling his fist, and it worked, though he did have to clench his teeth again, exhaling.]

Considering the pain you're going through, I'd say it was the least I could do. I only wish I could make it painless. But the only other valid option would be surgery, to get your arm cut open again - and I thought you wouldn't be too happy with that.

[He glanced back around, watching as he saw it move.]

That's good. It'll take a while to get used to.

The pain of attaching it is well worth what I'm getting...
[He frowned a bit; he didn't need more scars from surgery.]

[He sighed, letting his fingers go lax.]
...Is it waterproof?

Yes, it's fully protected from water, as long as the metal isn't damaged.

...I can't say it'll respond too well to electricity, so if anyone tries to use a stun knife or anything like that on it, be very careful. The more permanent method of holding it in place can still be removed, so you can take it off whenever you need to - I advise only using it for short times until you're used to it. If possible, I'd like you to come back to get it checked over for faults every so often - the security systems should be back online, so you'll need to call me before you come down and I can let you in.

I see...[He eyed the hand, taking specific note of the electricity factor.]

...Is it going to hurt every time I take it off and reattach it?
Is once a week good for getting it checked? [He idly moved his ring finger.]

Most likely, yes, but I'm working on a way for it to inject painkillers into your system in the process. And once a week is fine. Once we're sure it isn't malfunctioning, we can reduce the times you have to come down.

[...he's pretty pleased with himself for making it, though he's worried about the man's pain.]

[Another weary look, but at least Emmerich seemed to be working on a solution.]
Okay...is there anything wrong with keeping it on all the time, though? After I get used to it.

There's nothing wrong with wearing it once you get used to it- it's a lot lighter than I expected it to be, so it won't put too much strain on your arm. But I do advise you take it off at least to sleep. Otherwise you might accidentally hurt yourself - or anyone else you sleep with. It's just that for now, the pain might be too bad to handle for long periods.

[Raikov didn't plan to wear it to sleep anyway, but he could see Emmerich's reasoning, and planned to follow it.]
Okay...I think I'm ready to test it now.

[This is an Otacon. And... this is a wheeled office chair shooting over to stop beside you with an Otacon sitting on it.]

Alright then. We just have to see how well it responds, how well you handle it. Can you flex your fingers, one by one?

[Well, that was surprising.]

Right. [He did so, though at times he'd move the wrong finger, or more than one at a time. If not that, they went in odd directions.]

That's good! Not bad, for a first try. Just keep trying. Once you can flex them all properly, we can try other things.

[He watched caefully, taking notes.]

[He tries this for a while, wincing and growling in frustration on occasion. Eventually, with enough concentration he seems to be able to move each finger individually.]

That's good!

[He looked pleased.]

Now, we should probably rest before trying anything harder. Do you need anything?

[He slumped back in the chair, closing his eyes and trying to will the throbbing in his hand to go away.]

I'm fine.
...what's the next test going to be?

You're going to need to keep practising that, but that's good enough for now. What we need to work on now is actually using the hand. Because of it being mechanical, it's stronger than your older hand, so holding things is going to be harder. Do you see that glass?

[He indicated vaguely in the direction of the table, where a glass was... somewhere around.]

If you can pick it up without breaking it, that'd be the target for now.

Picking up a glass? Doesn't seem too hard...
[He experimentally curled his fingers into what would be the proper position for holding a cup. Once he'd managed to do that, he reached over to the glass, grabbing it.]

[It broke.]

...

[He didn't seem bothered in the slightest. After all, he'd expected it.]

See what I mean? Your hand is stronger, so the amount of pressure you normally put upon things is more likely to damage them.

[A moment later, there's a few more glasses and the broken one has been cleaned up.]

Strange...
[He flexed his fingers again, and reached to the next glass. This time, he closed his hand slowly around it, but when he went to pick it up his grip wasn't strong enough to hold it. So, he tried again, gripping it harder and ultimately causing it to break.]

...dammit.

Just relax. Keep trying. It'll take some time.

[He gave him an honest smile.]

[He sighed, bracing himself to try again. Leaning over, he grabbed another glass. It didn't break as dramatically as the other two, which was an improvement.]

Hff...

You're doing well. Just keep trying.

[He gave him an encouraging smile.]

[Ivan put that glass down, a few chunks falling off after he let go. On the next glass, he didn't break it, though it was close.]

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