[A machine? Odd. Their thought patterns looked more like a person's, from where she was standing. Maybe it was just her limbs.]
What? That you can break shit? So can I.
[She set the brush case down on a table outside, and stalked forwards--one step, two--until she could just reach one of the broken chisels with her vectors, six feet away. Two of them snaked out of her spine, ghostly, jointless hands, usually at least passably invisible. But not to a machine.
They telekinetically lifted the chisel--then one split it down the middle, straight through the metal.
She stopped, waiting for the other person to move next.]
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What? That you can break shit? So can I.
[She set the brush case down on a table outside, and stalked forwards--one step, two--until she could just reach one of the broken chisels with her vectors, six feet away. Two of them snaked out of her spine, ghostly, jointless hands, usually at least passably invisible. But not to a machine.
They telekinetically lifted the chisel--then one split it down the middle, straight through the metal.
She stopped, waiting for the other person to move next.]