"Probably the conjuration magic doesn't have enough resolution at the commercial grade. You'd need really high-quality stuff, the same kind of thing used for forking."

"Well either way," She says between bites, "-This is good. But either way, I'll form a cyst that I'll drop in there and mix in an hour, and then all I need to do is figure out a way to let you program your hair instead of me, since it normally goes through 'stacks. Some people like old-fashioned manual controls, shouldn't be hard."

"Printing for your adapter should be just about done now," says December. "Want to try it out?"

"Ooh, yes. I bet I could use it as control software actually..."

She ducks into the room with the printer and pulls out a squat, blocky adapter.

"Should work so long as you're within ten feet of it and it's turned on and charged, press the switch on the front."

She flips the switch and zones out for a minute.

"-It does appear to work... Oh, there's the search engine... Very good. I - hmm - think I can make it... You know what, what I'll do is grow a little square of fur and make a local phone or laptop a remote for that, as a proof of concept for the programmable hair. Instead of installing something I'm not sure you could control yet. I think I'll spend a couple more hours on this today but I'm starting to itch for something else." Shrug.

"Sure, whatever you feel like doing. I'm happy to host you however long."

"All at the cost of programmable hair. What else might you want? The same treatment on nails is popular. I could give someone a tail, or make someone a couple inches taller or shorter, or make them more symmetrical. Cosmetic changes are my specialty but I could likely fix some, like, congenital or regulatory issues. Substantial full-body things like juicing up an immune system or improving strength and reflexes - I'd want actual contact with my world to be safe."

Meanwhile, she mentally texts Hannah.

Got internet in my head thanks to one December Morning-Glory! :D Nerding but running out of steam. Gonna give her programmable hair. What u up to?

Work, more apartments. 'll be free in 30min tho

what do you wanna do?

ask december about her blossoms <3

"I'd like the same treatment on my nails, but I like my current height and tail-less-ness and asymmetricity. No need for any serious mods, I'm not frontline like a Thorn anyway."

not sure, you into video games? I'd hang out with your band friends or other friends. maybe visit the bower enclave lol.

"That should be doable. Tomorrow, probably, I'll have figured out what I need to make it work for you. I've just been told I should ask after your 'blossoms', though given that it's Hannah who suggested that and she signed it with a heart I wouldn't mind a 'let's not talk about that'..." Smile.

"Oh! Ah, it's not private to mention the existence of it, it's just something I might not choose to share. I have a private chatroom for my close friends. And, um, my polycule. Which includes Hannah. She's basically sponsoring you I guess. Which, fair, but I don't actually know you well enough to want to share my poetry and nudes with you. As well as, like, sexting logs. So..."

I play vidya, can show you my VR setup

Scythe's free today if you wanna go out drinking

bower enclave's my idea of a fun time lol

hmm video games first

"Entirely reasonable and fair. Thus all the caveats. Is the poetry more sensitive than the nudes? -I jest."

Fine by me.

"Yes, it is actually. Though if you're still around in a few weeks I might read you something."

"I don't seem to be going home anytime soon but who knows if something more interesting comes up and I wander off to another world." Smile.

"Makes sense. You're certainly a better day than average for me."

"...I think I'm curious to see a stored memory, if you can do that and there is a good non-sensitive one. See what it's like compared to a braindance. I'm kind of a sl- sucker for new experiences."

She laughs. "Yeah, sure. Reach in and touch my pendant and I'll feed you a vacation of mine." She offers it.

She reaches.

A sandy beach with a Ferris wheel in the background. She can feel the sun on her skin and the cool breeze coming off the ocean, smell salt and smoke and the faint odour of grilled meat. The sand sticks to her bare feet as she walks along in search of a hot dog. She can almost taste it already...

"Oh my. That's a braindance, alright. A bit more immersive, even, I got a trickle of your thoughts..."

"Yeah. Memory crystals share experiences, the things that make you up. That includes the whole spectrum of the senses, even thought. They're good enough to reconstruct you from."

She nods, seeming a bit contemplative and distant. She makes small talk if small talk seems welcome; Silent otherwise.

"I just need to pop in that makeshift workshop real quick again, five minutes tops. Mind if I leave all that equipment there and come back for more work tomorrow?"