Everybody has at least one, Mister Qubit. And some, several.
[Still, the fact Qubit believes a now-near-stranger is heartening. He flips to earlier in his journal.]
As for your technoman— technokinetics, pardon. [Seems like he finally thought to correct himself.] I said, it's akin to transfigurative magic. When I've seen you do it, you just kind of... take little bits and pieces of machinery in your hands, or draw them from nearby, and they cobble themselves together to create something new. You made that teakettle, and before that, this... [He reads off the page he's turned to.] Cordless dremel.
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[Still, the fact Qubit believes a now-near-stranger is heartening. He flips to earlier in his journal.]
As for your technoman— technokinetics, pardon. [Seems like he finally thought to correct himself.] I said, it's akin to transfigurative magic. When I've seen you do it, you just kind of... take little bits and pieces of machinery in your hands, or draw them from nearby, and they cobble themselves together to create something new. You made that teakettle, and before that, this... [He reads off the page he's turned to.] Cordless dremel.