“They already had the giant body mechs. We figured out to change what went on top to make it do something different. Like when I–“
“Like when you jam your toys together,” completed Bassel’s mother. Concurrently, many other guardian-child pairs were having their own versions of this conversation, excitedly and cautiously divulging their roles.
“Did you know that they know the Princess?”
Looking at her 9-year-old son, Mirya specified, “The missing Princess of the Pan-Galactic Imperium?”
“Yes. They’ve seen her and talked to her. She figured out something that she, that humans could do with these scooter ships that look like that,” Bassel said, pointing to the clear dome at the top of the mechahumanoid. “Her ship also figured out what they learned. That machine told other machines how to do it, but they still need the right machine, and it still needs a human.”
“Not a Vedani, but a human? Okay, what does it do?” This was still strangely like a living room discussion about a toy. Tempting as the parallel was, that powerful creation was not a toy. Still, Mirya wanted to see where they were going with this.
“Well, wait. So we said, what if we put one of these machines on one of those machines!”
“At some point when you were allowed to see both of them?”
“Yeah, sort of. So, some adults decided to help us stick it together – program the connections – and we tried it, and it works now. It’ll be great. Don’t worry.”