He set down his tools and flipped his goggles back onto his forehead. Done. Absolutely perfect and done. Now to fire up those circuits and see how this guy ran. Something like speaker feedback ran through Tiernan’s mind as his other-senses, the ones attuned to machinery and moving parts, blazed to life and he looked at his latest creation again. Not a male…not a guy… He’d built a girl. This robot was very definitely and decidedly female. He pulled his goggles back down and grabbed his tools. He couldn’t fire her up until she was really ready. Moments later and he’d completely retooled her chassis. He set his tools on the workbench again and moved around to activate her. It didn’t take long before the whirring of gears filled the air and she soon stood on her own. She turned slowly and gave him a smile. It was only then that he realized two things. She was naked…and she didn’t have a name yet.
“Mama! I need your help!”
Tiernan burst into the wagon, cheeks purplish from blushing and breathing hard. Brannagh just looked up from her washing the dishes and smiled at her son.
“Calm down, calm down, what happened?”
“I…in my workshop…and I don’t know how to make dresses.”
“…Why do you need to know?”
The Elven woman stepped back from the sink, drying her hands on her apron as she went to the shelf to take down the pattern book.
“I built an automaton and she feels like a girl, so I made her a girl, but now she’s naked and…and I left her alone…oh shit.”
She smiled at her son as she flipped through the book.
“Well then, let’s make her something quick and simple so you can get her dressed and then later I’ll help you make her a much better dress. How does that sound?”
“Perfect! Thanks, Mama.”
The Mechanist hugged his mother tightly, calming rapidly as she chuckled and told him to fetch her sewing kit while she went for the fabric.