"Brains don't have nerves of the kind that experiences sensation, you wouldn't have felt it. And apparently you are fine. So far."

"Wizards're generally harder to kill than Muggles."

"I believe that you are generally tougher and more disease-resistant but I do not believe that you are immune to conditions like 'misplaced bit of metal appearing in your brain' and you are really lucky that it seems not to have been misplaced! I'd been meaning to get around to trying some scans but hadn't yet."

"Okay. Well. It's a cool computer. I think I got a very good deal, even if she keeps muttering otherwise."

"What've you been muttering about, Amriac?"

"Oh, I can do whatever I like with him."

"...okay. I wouldn't have recommended you if I thought you were dangerous, but, y'know."

"Also you did that thing with the key change again."

"It was technically a draft."

"You weren't going to fix it."

"No, not really."

"Can I hear it?"

"You want me to play it? She has a recording, Timothy paid her with it."

"Either way - do recording songs sound as good as the real thing -"

"Yeah. If you use good sound equipment. Sometimes better if they're nicely edited."

"It won't work in Hogwarts because Hogwarts is stupid."

"Speaking of the risks of experimental brain surgery!"

"Oh, does it run on electricity? Minor's always going on about electricity -"

"It doesn't have an internal power source, it responds to the electrical signals that already exist in brains, but if Ister's chip broke when he ran through Hogwarts he can dissolve it with acid and wait fifteen minutes and then put in a new one and if yours breaks who the fuck knows what happens to you so let's hope it's totally fine."

"I'll write him and ask."

Nod. Sigh.

"...Hogwarts?" says Amriac. "Is this in English or -"

"Yep."

"But that's stupid."

"It was named a thousand years ago, maybe it sounded less stupid then."

"Not really," says Finis absently.

"What do you mean you know Elf versions of these guys anyway."

"I mean the guy whose complete works you made for Timothy looks and generally is just like him except for being another species and older and so on, complete with family tree."

"So there's another Michael too?"

"Yeah, his name's Macalaurë."

"...I've heard of him the entire orchestra was going through the Elf stuff -"

"There's an alternate universe version of me with famous compositions? Tiiiimothy!"

"He's really good, too!" chirps Amriac.

"Of course he is. - and he's an Elf?"

"Different kind of Elf."

Amriac makes a little speaker and puts on one of the symphonies.

He listens, enraptured and with a complex mix of emotions on his face. 

"- I couldn't do that -"

"He's thousands of years old. You'll get there."