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A series LB15 CNC Fabrication/Extrusion Organ. Its designed for a compact assembly wall socket, but with a little tweaking it should fit the maintenance cavity in your torso.

My father Crais had one of these; an old AS7 model. When they took him, he was clutching it to his chest like an infant.

It was my grandmothers, passed down to him when she died. Priceless, ancient thing, part red oak and part alloy. A thousand tiny ridges and slots filled with nanoscale actuators and manipulators and god knows what else. Looked like fur on the back of some strange animal. It undulated. 

When the woman from Tech/Sing came to confiscate it, my father objected, so they confiscated him with it. This was years ago. Nobody even knew who Tech/Sing was, then. They sent us a letter the next day, actual pen on paper, signed and stamped. Not an apology: an explanation. 

Oh, by the way: judging from the panicked silence coming from up-deck, they know youre up to something. Id love to be a fly on that wall.

I always wondered why he didnt just let them take it. The workbench, I mean. My father. I think it helped him feel that continuity: his ancestors, my grandmother, him, me, my children. Taking the workbench meant taking a piece of his family. People dont like that.
