Carlos looked at him and he smiled. “Oh, of course,” he
said.Carlos got his tools and set them aside before he started to
carefully unwrap the terminal that they got from the fabric he’d wrapped it in.
He then took out one of his screwdrivers and started to take off the casing.Going quiet then, the ghoul just sat close and watched the other man work, a curious look on his face. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen the inside of one’a these things, not like…. whole, anyway. I’ve seen ‘em smashed up before.”
Carlos grinned again. “It’s kinda nice,” Carlos said. “I
like seeing all the order and knowing that things are connected in a special
way. I can’t tell you how many cars or machines that I’ve seen that just made
me sad looking at them. I’ve always wanted to ride in a car.”
Carlos took the casing off and set it to the side, upside
down as a make-shift tray for parts. A thought occurred to him. “Oh – can you
get me a bowl for the screws I get out?” he asked Hancock. “I’m sorry; I didn’t
think of it until now.”
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