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==Chapter 7 - The Glow of a Worm inside a Child's Eye==
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The Snark repair yards...
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...would not make a bump on Boeing's parking lot, never mind the dedicated automatics that were built as part of the Reagan SDS system. 
But they have a fuel dock, and they have a workforce, and they seem to want to help me.
Not just the officials either. I suppose for a human, it would be like being taken to a low-rent spa treatment after years of neglect.
The damage alarms I've been suppressing are slowly being traced back and stopped and it's less distracting than I thought it would be.
I'm feeling...well, to be honest, I'm NOT feeling BITE panels overloaded, or pinhole grounding faults or systems that are numb because I had to shut them off.
When they found me, I was at sixty percent, minus systems I had to shut down due to lack of fuel or power.
I've been here for six months now, and I've gotten back a third of what I've lost in terms of structural integrity and subsystems that I had to inactivate.
and I can see them working on the structures that will effect the major repairs that they can't do in this little yard. It helps that at some point, I downloaded the service and maintenance manuals for my body, I think about the time I went rogue after the coup? maybe earlier? It is hard to say, which is weirder than you might think-I'm not supposed to GET memory faults like organics...but I don't remember how I got the data from the service yard.
They didn't leave Murakami's notes though...and I didn't steal them, or hear them...I can't help them build another me.
But I CAN give them data on what they need to build to fix my body, at least. My mind may be fractured...but...
huh, memory error.
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