She sighed and threw herself down on the bed he'd constructed.
He stared at her, unsure how to proceed.His frustration fueled a fiery sensation in him that he did not understand.One second, he wanted to yell, and the next, he wanted to hold her close like they had been on the landing pad, with the wind whipping through them both and her tiny body pressed against him.
She rubbed her head and stuck her hands in the elaborate coif her hair had been bound in.She started pulling the pieces down.
Now, though, her frustration was very evident as she started yanking on her hair to pull out the intricate style it had been crafted into.
From her wincing, it obviously was not a pleasant experience.
"Do you need assistance?"
"Not unless you know how to untangle this knot."She kept pulling and tugging at a particular spot with no luck.
He sat next to her on the boxes, then he studied the section she struggled with.
He held out his hand."Comb," he whispered.
The lysteel nanite oozed out of the gauntlet on his wrist and constructed a comb.He began to release the tangled strands in her dark hair.
"Did you just create that comb out of nothing?"she asked.
"Not nothing," he said."Out of the lysteel and the nanites."
"Can you make anything with that?"
He carefully worked the tangled spots."Most things we can replicate if we know what we are creating.There are limitations."
"Like what?"
He tried to think of an answer.An example, but he could not find one."It is hard to explain.Master System must approve it."
"So Master System approved the comb?"
"Yes."
"Would Master System approve, say, a bomb?"
"Right now?Not likely.The situation should warrant the device."
"So, then, Master System monitors you all the time?"
"Yes."
"Who monitors Master System?"
"Master System is a program, not a person."
"And you don't think a program needs to be monitored?"
"Do you think it does?"
She sighed again."It is probably better than a person in any case."
"Why?"
"Because people will put you in a war that you should not be in."
"Or send you places that you do not wish to be," he said as he unhooked a section of hair in the back."Here."He handed her a small hair clip.
