Lucien left Moltsage in the care of Seren and the Liberators for the time being.
If memory had been stripped from him layer by layer, then perhaps familiarity would do what force could not. Sometimes the mind returned not because it was ordered to, but because enough of the world around it became recognizable again.
For now, that was the better path.
Lucien turned his attention elsewhere and went to the manufacturing sector of the communication devices.
The moment he entered, he could feel the pulse of organized obsession.
The place had already begun turning into a world of its own.
At one section, Eirene and Elk were surrounded by drafted diagrams and projected structures.
They were designing machines.
Specialized production units tailored to each stage of device manufacturing. One for shell shaping. One for fine channel engraving. One for imprint-thread layering. One for safe array seating. One for calibration verification.
Lucien did not interrupt them.
