The hammers hit the steel, hardening the material. They do it many times until the structure is the one that I desired.
The pieces are made one by one, by different machines. There have been many failures, prototypes that lay on one side of the factory. Junk.
It takes hours.
When the pieces are finished I am informed that based on all the information we have, only a big demon would be able to damage the armor. I'm not satisfied. I throw everything into the junk. Again.
Something is missing!
Something that I need!
I hit the table. I'm angry.
Why am I even angry? Machines aren't supposed to be angry! I think and the answer to my question comes. I'm still connected to my body, I'm still controlling the other half of my brain, I'm still human.
Breath, breath… patience is a virtue. Keep
