Lorna now wore the top half of her coveralls down, tied around her waist. What had started as an uncomfortably cold laboratory had quickly become an oven, smelted metals giving off heat mirage as she manipulated hard-force containment fields to place them into the exact shapes she needed.
Taking things apart removed the mystery of their purpose, the direction of their design. It dissolved underlying questions about the construction of every device, and replaced them with a craftsman's sense of understanding. But these schematics were a nightmare. Underneath a smooth, simplistic shell lurked a network of cabling, servos and casings that all seemed to fight each other. The components looked like they were designed by five different people, all of whom killed each other as soon as the project was over. The assortment of parts held no theme, no guiding design principle- they were simply all smashed together in a completely meticulous fashion.
And yet, when she put all of the components together, they worked flawlessly. Every small part worked in tandem with the others, never getting in each other's way. A dozen different car crashes all working in unison. Watching the diagnostic test was upsetting, and she still had no idea what this mess added up to create.