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“You read a book about farming?” She questioned with a small laugh. It sounded like a good way to put yourself to sleep at night. Then again most people would probably say the same thing about a lot of the things she enjoyed. She felt there was probably a lot more to farming than that. Sybil had all kinds of machines for testing soil, changing the composition, modifying light and moister however she decided to let it go for the time being. “It’s a date.” Amelia said rather cheerfully. “Besides even if they’ve never met me before you know I can’t go more than five minutes without saying something stupid. I need someone to smooth things over. We’ll call it Amelia’s Social Rehabilitation lessons.”

Amelia wanted to ask about the farmers, why Sybil had been after them and what had happened to them in the end, but she had a feeling those questions would quickly lead them back into the darker topics they had been trying to avoid for the last few minutes. Instead she bit her tongue while Will continued on. “If? Are…you offering to actually take me out on a date Will?” She asked slowly. His mumbled comment had been wholly unexpected as she had simply meant they had agreed to go out later. Even straight denial would have been a more expected response, but he made it sound like a possibility. Maybe a more socially competent person than her would have come up with a smooth flirtatious reply or even gauge if he was being serious or not. She knew he needed to go, but the conversation had taken an unexpected turn.

“My follow up question was going to be where exactly some place a lot nicer was given the current state of things.” Amelia exited the truck herself. Honestly his answer really hadn’t clarified anything for her. He had made it sound as if he was only agreeing because he thought it was something she wanted to do rather than anything he was interested in. An answer full of excuses and looking to escape her presences, yet he had been the one to sort of suggest it in the first place. Machines were so much easier to understand. “I’ll see you later.” She said after a pause, giving him a slight wave before turning in the direction of where the Resistance doctors had set up. In the end she decided it was probably better to leave it be for now instead of trying to get any sort of clarification on the later maybe we might go on a date eventually.

The hospital that had been set up at the Headquarters was relatively crowed with the many who had been injured in the fighting. The same could be said for hospitals of the city as well, though it was the civilians harmed by Sybil’s revenge that crowed those spaces. Still they saw her relatively quickly and with the power returned were able to run the various tests to confirm what had been suspected several days ago. They had a few more pressing issues ahead of her, but they would operate on her arm later that night. A much different kind than she had ever lead Will or anyone else to believe. With that done she returned to where she’d been staying in the new Headquarters. Unlike most of the Resistance she did have a home in the city and thought about returning to live there several times. Honestly neither place felt right as she struggled to find herself in the new world order.

The next morning Amelia stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, the one from when she worked with Sybil not the one with the resistance. It was a few hours before Adrian’s funeral and she was somewhat at a loss for what she would wear as nothing felt quite right. She didn’t feel he’d want them all dressed in fancy black clothes as one normal would, yet it felt like it’d be disrespectful to show up in anything less. Her eyes kept drifting over to her left shoulder where metal met flesh. It looked rather horrible at the moment; the raw wound where the two met that would eventually fade into a scar, but for now her flesh was red and angry. The break had been such that it had blocked the blood flow to her arm and with power out and limited resources there wasn’t much they could do without her bleeding out on an operating table. It would have taken a significant about of the generators fuel to power the equipment required and besides there were others who needed lifesaving surgery before her. It was just an arm after all, and a replaceable one at that. Will never did get in contact with her again the night before, but then she’d only half expected him to. The surgery had started at midnight and has done at about 3AM. Then a few hours had been spent testing the new arm and practising how to use it. Honestly if wasn’t for the funeral she’d probably be sleeping right now.

Amelia glanced towards to open doorway of her bedroom at the sound of someone knocking before swiftly grabbing the matching black jacket for her current dress. It was one of the top contenders in her wardrobe debate as it mostly covered up the mechanical left arm. A pair of gloves and no one would notice, but then maybe the gloves would attract attention. This day was about Adrian and she didn’t want to pull attention away from that, but then she probably wasn’t the only one with new limbs so maybe she was overthinking the whole thing. Shrugging on her jacket so only the hand was visible she descended the stairs and pulled open the front door. “Will! I wasn’t expecting you. Come in. You…you look good.” She said, stepping back from the doorway to allow him in. The view from the entrance way was nearly identical two the house the pair of them had hidden in, though there were little signs of Amelia’s own personal flare here and there mostly in the form of little machines and gadgets scattered throughout.

“Oh about as personalized as you can get living under Sybil. I promise none of them will jump out at you though.” Amelia answered with a small laugh as she watched Will search the entrance way. Despite her joke she understood though, or at least tried to. The machines had been gunning for Will most of his life while she’d lived comfortable beside them. “I would offer you a drink or something, but I’m afraid the kitchen is probably empty. I only really came here for the change in clothes.“ She said somewhat awkwardly. Really she was stalling for time while she tried to think about what to say about her arm. She’d been so consumed by her wardrobe crisis that she hadn’t thought about how to bring it up, but she assumed Will would be wanting to know about her surgery sooner or later. Better to do it here while there was no one else around. “So…I …well…I had a surgery last night.” She began slowly, while pulling the black glove off of her left hand. “Some might call it an upgrade.” She added with a weak smile holding up the metal hand for him to see.

“Ouch, packing ranked higher than visiting me for a rather major operation? Do I get to know you needed to pack or is it top secret Resistance business?” Amelia questioned. Since he mentioned it, she figured it was something he could talk about it. “Well we could always paint it or something.” She gave a small grin as she carefully pulled the black glove over the mechanical limb, though if Will had heard then perhaps everyone already knew it was all for naught. She’d never pictured herself the subject of gossip so she was actually curious as to how he came to hear about it, but thought it pretty not to ask. She did laugh at his question though. “It’s human powered, the same as a normal human limb. No outside electricity required. There is a converter that turns the sugar produced by the human body into energy similar to living cells. Though it does also come off, you know in case it needs repairs.”