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If I understand this right, there could be people here I know, despite that I could swear I just talked to them at home, right? [Luke frowns, looking rather tired as he runs a hand through his hair, sitting at the console in the Welcome Center.] In that case, if anyone knows if Leia Organa or... [A pause, because does it work if the last you knew someone was frozen in carbonite and basically in coma?] Han Solo are here, please tell me. Or tell them Luke's looking for them.

[He smiles briefly, his expression brightening a little in general. Something strikes him then, though, and Luke's gaze lowers for a moment, frowning at something out of view before he looks up again.]

Aside from that, I'd like to know what sort of prosthesis are available, and the tools to repair them. Or if the tools could be adjusted for already existing ones. I don't need any of that at the moment, but you never know.

[Better be as prepared as he can, before something happens, for once. Especially in a new place. He's had his new hand not two weeks yet, and he's very, very aware of it... which is probably why this occurred to him at all.]

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Basically. [Luke agreed with a chuckle, though at the moment he was, really, more interested in what Aya was doing rather than the potential result of it, even if it'd be useful for him.

It didn't really have much programming as such; merely a throttle 'intelligent' enough to recognise unintentional motion and to cut down the strength, since the cybernetic was capable of more than his normal hand would be, and while the wiring would probably be familiar enough, the durasteel in the delicate struts that made up the 'bones' probably registered as different from normal, Earth-type steel.]

Usually the problem comes down to the fact that we've got too many precautions we should take, and not enough resources... and then something we couldn't guard against goes wrong instead.

[Luke shook his head and snorted; sometimes he wished things could go wrong in ways that they could immediately fix with the precautions they had been able to take.]

[Not enough reserves, indeed. After spending additional time on the material of the bones, the flow in her eyes faded. And she gave a nod in self-confirmation.]

The wiring structure would be exceedingly simple to operate and even reprogram, if necessary.

However...my concern lies in the mineral compounds. There are...adequate substitutes, should it come to that, but I am not certain I can guarantee the same structural integrity should a significant portion of your arm sustain damage in the future.

That's probably the durasteel, then. [Flexing his hand, Luke frowned thoughtfully down at it.] I suppose that's not surprising, but if it comes to that, I'll manage.

The wiring is probably more critical anyway, so the sensory and motor input remains as close to functional as possible.

[Looking up, he smiled.]

I'd rather have it work as close to normal, if something happened and it'd have to be repaired, rather than that it's as durable as it is now. Thank you.

[He should probably prioritise durability, but what would that help if it got damaged and just couldn't be repaired to work properly again? Better the wiring and programming could be replicated rather than the durasteel in the bones.]

Durasteel...do you mine if I scan it one more time? To allow for the molecular composition to be recorded in my database for future reference?

[Who knows? Maybe, at some future landfall, they might come upon an item or resource of the metal. It would not be the first time elements from "home" mysteriously appeared in locations they traveled to.]

No, go ahead.

[Nodding, Luke offered his hand up again.]

If we're lucky enough and you end up being able to reproduce it, or it can be imitated somehow, I'm not the only one it can help, after all. More durable metal is never a bad idea.

[It took less time than before, as she was only recording information rather than attempting to match it. Otherwise, the process was nearly identical. Eyes glowing. Palm emitting that same green beam that scanned up and down his arm.]

[A nod of confirmation when she was done.]

Thank you.

This has been a most informative meeting.

It really has. Thanks for the help.

[Rubbing his wrist, though not because there was actually anything to feel from the two scans, Luke cocked his head.]

Ah... would you be willing to show me what you could do, with that green energy? Not now, necessarily, but I'm curious.

[Asking couldn't hurt, right?]

[No, it couldn't. And, in fact...Aya merely smiled at the request, before nodding.]

Certainly. Although there are many different talents which my Green Lantern energy has been able to provide me with. In addition to flight, it serves as an automatic language translator. I am innately fluent in every language known to the Guardians of Oa's records.

[...as well as strongly resistant to most forms of mind control, although Aya herself was not fully aware of precisely how resistant.]

I can also manipulate the energy into a solidified, physical manifestation of most any object or weapon I can think to create.

That's amazing. [Luke grinned, cocking his head.] There's so many things that could be used for... means you don't really need to worry about forgetting anything, huh.

The automatic translater must be really useful at home for you, even if it's not really necessary here, I notice.

Unless the memories are subsequently erased from my database...[At this, her eyes momentary lowered. Thinking back to the one moment she was certain she could not remember: her own birth.] ...otherwise, yes, you are correct. I do not forget things.

[Frowning, Luke reached out reflexively, laying his hand briefly on Aya's shoulder to squeeze.]

Sorry. Meant more not forgetting anything you might need to take with you, since you can temporarily create it, but that too, definitely. It... hasn't happened for you, has it?

[Not that he usually had thought overly much of droids getting their memories wiped, but Artoo and Threepio were as they were because they haven't had those wipes in a while, and he wouldn't want to change them - and it was obvious she was uncomfortable at the idea of something like that happening.]

I...suspect it has, though I lack definitive evidence.

[She barely felt the hand on her shoulder. Her sensors registered a presence, yes, and even the precise amount of pressure placed. But her shoulders were inorganic. No nerves. Still, the gesture was appreciated. A sign of sympathy. Perhaps even affection. He was treating her as...as a friend.]

[A pleasant thought, considering.]

I've been told on multiple occasions that organic beings generally do not recall neither the moment of nor circumstances surrounding their birth. Yet, I cannot think of a definitive reason as to why I have absolutely no memory of mine.

I'm sorry.

[Because now he was thinking about this more generally, and really... why did they wipe droids' memories, anyway? He tucked that thought away with an internal frown, focusing back on Aya.]

I don't remember mine either. [Luke shrugs, frowning in thought.] I don't remember my mother either, since I think... she must have died at the same time. Maybe the moment of your creation is just... overwhelming, even if you're not born as an organic being would be?

So it doesn't stick?

[He couldn't say he was particularly confident in that theory - it sounded a bit odd, honestly - but he wanted to try and help and give her something, at least.]

Or do you have any theories for why you don't remember?

But I was.

[...more or less.]

What I mean to say is that...I am organic. My body is a solid construct made of conveniently acquired metallic alloys and Green Energy construct material, yes, but I am still alive. It has been confirmed through...multiple sources.

That's... [Gaze flickering down and then back up to meet Aya's eyes again, Luke blinked, then smiled.] Incredible.

But you know, even if you were a droid... um, inorganic, that wouldn't make you any less of a person anyway. [He shook his head, still intrigued by what she'd told him.]

But maybe that's why you don't remember, then? Since as you said, most of us don't remember how or when we were born.

[His response seemed to please her greatly. Enough to make up for the discussion of her lack of early memories.]

You are a very kind person. Not every individual I have encountered shares the same belief regarding robots--droids, as you refer to them, I believe--regardless of whether they are organic or inorganic.

And...yes. That has been the only conclusion I have been able to produce. Either that, or my creators deliberately chose to wipe those memories. Though I currently have no reason to suspect that is the case.

[...]

[Luke shook his head, but he knew exactly what she was talking about - most people were pretty... short, at the least, towards droids in his own home.]

Well, hopefully they'd change their minds.

[Never too late for that, after all - a thought which briefly distracts him, but he puts it aside. Think about that and the completely different context later.]

I think you're right to just assume you don't remember simply because most of us don't, especially if you don't have any reason to think anything else. [Luke smiled, shaking his head.] No reason to borrow trouble when you don't need to, right?

...yes. You are correct.

[And she nodded. Still smiling. Her moods, it seemed, were quite easy to read; she had long ago mastered the art of speaking with natural, subtle tone shift and inflections, and her face as it was had grown more and more expressive over time.]

Is there anything else that I might be able to aid you with at this time?

Not really, thank you. [He smiled, then paused thoughtfully.] Unless you've got any advice for living in this place in general. I wouldn't say no to that.

[Much as Aya wished she did, if only so she could be of even more help to him...]

I am sorry.

Most of the useful advice that would pertain to a carbon-based life form is irrelevant to me. I do not require food or drink for sustenance, and I do not sleep. As such, I cannot provide advice regarding sustenance nor an adequate place of residency at which to regulate a healthy sleep cycle.

[Blinking briefly, Luke laughed, shaking his head.]

No, no, that's fine. I didn't... quite think about that. [Taking a breath, he couldn't quite hold back his smile.] Nothing to be sorry for... But where are you living? You must have some place to rest, right, however you do that.

[Luke frowned now, because surely she had some safe shelter somewhere, at least?]

[Not that she needed it, but--]

There is a room within the Stark Industries Building. A previous company head and I made a deal in exchange for my services. I have collected sufficient materials to use as spare parts, as well as an external system to enact both full body scanning as well as necessary repairs.

So you have somewhere to go if you need it. [Luke nodded and his stance relaxed a little - whether she used it or not, at least she did have somewhere if she needed it.]

That's good. Just because you don't always need it doesn't mean shelter's not a good idea to have access to.

...I am not alone here, you know. [Because he seemed worried.] In the event that it ever became necessary, and my current place of resource is not made available, there are other individuals to whom I would be able to turn to for assistance.

Oh, good. Sorry, it's just... [Shaking his head, he smiled lopsidedly.] I should probably be more concerned about fixing my own situation before worrying about people who've been here longer, shouldn't I?

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