“What?” I hurried to get off him. “Is he okay?”
“It’s a he?” Tattletale asked.
Taylor seems to have decided so. But whether she did it arbitrarily or based on bug genitalia or other sexual characteristics of some kind, I can’t tell you.
Amy stepped forward a little, “Its legs work through something like hydraulics. When it’s flying, it diverts those fluids to the flight system. Do you know how hard it was to make that thing able to fly? It’s not like I’ve practiced this sort of thing.”
Ahh. So it’s walk or fly with this one. That probably contributed to the takeoff troubles, too.
Also, thank you, Amy. You did a fantastic job. 🙂
“It’s fantastic,” I said. “Really. Thank you. Do you think you could work on making him a little bigger while I get prepared? I can supply the bugs.”
Hmm. That sounds difficult, but hey, making the whole thing in the first place was probably way more difficult.
“No.”
That’s fair.
I was midway to turning towards Tattletale when Amy refused me. “No? If it’s the physical limitations of something that big, then maybe the nervous system, or if you could copy over some flight instincts so I don’t need to devote so much focus-”
I was unsure about whether it was the physical limitations or Amy limiting how much she wants to help these villains, but judging by this paragraph, I take it it’s the latter.
“No, Skitter. It’s not that I can’t. I won’t.”
Yeah.
Also, she sounds way more confident right now than we’ve heard her ever since Interlude 11h. That seems like a good sign.
I turned back to Amy.
She shook her head, “This isn’t a luxury. It’s not a present from me to you. You said you needed some help escaping, you needed some mobility? Fine. This is it.”
That is very fair. Don’t look a gift beetle in the mandibles, Taylor.
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