Tortwig lifted her right arm and rolled back the sleeve a bit. On the inside of the arm was a long scar. "When the robot exploded, a piece of the metal inside flew out and did this. It damaged my muscle, and my hand hasn't been steady since." She dropped the arm and the sleeve fell back to her wrist. "I've learned to cope." She said cheerfully although there was a hint of pain in her voice as she recalled the event. "Come to think of it, I don't think I would be an artificer or a chemist if it wasn't for that accident. It led me to search for ways to make robots safer and friendlier, both in their personalities and in their actual bodies. Take Duo, for example. He is my most recent creation, and he's one of the friendliest things you'll meet. Besides Beta, of course." She sighed. "So far, though, I haven't found much in the ways of 'safe.' I've made metal more flammable, electrified, given it strong chemical coatings... But I haven't found a way to make the metals safer to use. Not yet. I will, if the gods will it so."
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