DZ chats with Deskyl until she's ready to go to bed; the Sith is enthusiastic about her learning magic and pleased with her progress so far. Then she practices magic for a while, experimenting with different lighting commands in the shielded portion of the workspace, and eventually has a look at the charger; she's not sure whether Alicia intended for her to be able to figure out for herself how to use it or simply forgot to demonstrate, but she's not going to try it unless she's very sure she can safely do it herself.

The handcrank one with baryonic magnets is definitely intended to be self-explanatory.  The one that looks like it could also be a stun prod may be more confusing because it's more magical and has power sliders.

She'll talk to Deskyl about the hand cranked one next time she's awake and Alicia about the magical one next time she's over, then.

It looks like Deskyl is going to be asleep for a few more hours; she'll drop the dirty dishes off with the kitchen and go read some more of the library.

Alicia is in the library!  "Oh, hi, DZ."

"Hello, ma'am." DZ wants to get a feel for the state of their tech level, today, but once she has her first stack of books she'll take a seat across from Alicia; she can scan books and talk even if she can't quite read them while she does.

"Whatcha looking for?"

"I'd like to know what kinds of mundane technology you have available here, ma'am; I expect it to come up in serving master Deskyl."

"...That's a more complex question than you might think, because - gnomes, as a culture, are mad scientists that jump all over the metaphorical tech tree.  Villarosa doesn't like their fundamental unpredictability, but people do reverse-engineer things.  And that's not even really accounting for the effects of magic on what's developed."

"I'd describe the planet as semi-industrial?  Not approaching the network age, though.  I'm just introducing proper computing, and to be honest not even that well."

"Yes ma'am. Master Deskyl may be able to help with that, depending on what stage you're at; she was a lightsaber engineer before her injury and there may be some overlap."

That's so cool.

"I'm sure people would appreciate it.  Goodness knows I'm not an electrical engineer of any sort.  Though part of the problem with gnomish technology, if that's what you meant to be saying she might help with, is that it's nigh invariably derived from chaos magic."

"She might be able to help with that too, ma'am, once she's recovered, but I meant that she understands how to construct nonmagical logic gates and might know a few things about how to organize them into a simple nonmagical computer."

"Mm.  If the materials science supports it, I suppose.  I don't rightly know if it would be much better than a magical implementation - scratch that, I'm pretty sure the only thing where it would do better is in, well, not requiring actual magic.  Though I suppose actually knowing how to make physical logic circuits is, well, definitely outside my skillset but nonetheless useful information, assuming they actually work here..."

"I don't know enough about it to speculate, ma'am, you'll have to ask master Deskyl."

"Yeah, I would.  ...Do you have network drivers?"

"Yes ma'am, why do you ask?"

"Might be able to use what I can get from looking at them as structure for networking that isn't just hardcoded."

"I don't have direct access to the drivers' code, ma'am, but if you have a way to access it it might be useful for that, yes."

"...Huh.  You would think they'd at least let you install updates.  Goodness knows most humans procrastinate on updating things far longer than they should.  Or does it just - get blackboxed once it's loaded, or something?"

"Updates are done in a way that doesn't make the code visible to my conscious processing, yes ma'am. Most of my very-low-level processing isn't, similar to humans."

"...That feels incredibly rude of your developers.  Goodness knows I'd want more introspective access to myself if I could get it."

"Yes ma'am."

"...Are you aware of the idea of phatic speech?"

"...Yes ma'am." ...oh. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm not programmed for that kind of interaction."

"...Firstly: Come again?  I'm not sure what 'that type of interaction' you are referring to.  Secondly: It's likely you'll need to learn, to some extent.  People here don't know what droids are.  Or - come to think of it -

"...hm.  No, no, that's not right at all.  Producing the right result from the wrong equations...

"You're not a zombie, that's for certain.  But anyway, thirdly:

"...You're going to need to think about why you do things.  Not just in the sense of 'these are my priorities', but in the sense of introspective analysis.  Understanding where your priorities, and your capabilities, arise and - I'm sorry to say - having to decide whether the people that dictated them were right to have chosen so.  ...You inhabited a social role that doesn't and can't exist here, for good or ill - and you need to figure out what you're going to do about that.  Who and what you're going to be.  ...And for that, I must apologize, even if that apology should by all rights mean nothing coming from me."  'Should', but...  Well.  That's yet another truth from a certain point of view.  She truly feels bad about this, because she's sure DZ has enough on her plate already without having to crash-develop an entire selfhood, and that she must nonetheless is somewhat Alicia's fault because the world is this way somewhat because of Alicia's decisions in its making.

She didn't do it alone, or unconstrained, but - she did do it.  Despite some people being too insistent on forgiving her for that.

"I intend to stay with master Deskyl, ma'am? Is there some reason you believe that won't be possible?" Her voice is usually entirely neutral, but there's a note of anxiety, this time.