Narrator wrote:Will has little problem reaching the drill bit and the dissolved remains of the arm, the pile of pebbles and rocks still lieing in the vague shape of an arm with the drill at the end and the strange piece of... something stuck to it. It looks almost brittle, like amber, some flaky bits having been chipped off but at the same time the way it's adhered to the drill almost looks more like a huge fossilized amoeba or something.
Narrator wrote:It's perhaps easier than anticipated, the chunk of strange material coming away from the drill, although it does leave behind some bits and chunks. It doesn't really break off either, almost producing more of a tearing sensation. And it doesn't eat away at his hand or set it on fire either, so that's good! Holding the roughly fist-sized chunk Will still can't really get a good read on what kind of material this even is. There's a little bit of give to it, up close he can see organic whorls on it's surface but while squeezing does change it's shape accordingly it's still hard on the surface. Nothing about this makes any consistent sense.
And then Will's hand begins to tingle, not unpleasantly. In fact he's suddenly acutely aware of the surface of his fingers to an extent he's not used to in that same odd way that gives him a sense of touch even when he's a supposedly inanimate object. Just on a much finer level. Almost microscopically so, feeling a texture on the surface of the strange rock that his eyes can't even come close to detecting. Through what is still a metal hand. That clearly isn't as non-reactive as he'd hoped! In fact, he can feel something seeping in from the chunk of mystery-substance. And the thought isn't even fully formed yet when his hand turns from some muddled silver-platinum mix to something much purer. He's no metal... science... guy, but he knows the feeling of being various materials and this is something he's never been, whatever it is. It'd feel invasive if he wasn't perfectly in control of it. In fact he's never felt so in control of himself. Pushing changes through his body always had some resistance, complexities that required focus and attention, but now it just feels easy. Like a gear he never even knew was squeaky was suddenly greased and running without any friction or inhibitions. Sonic waves? Pff, simply tune the inner composition to something with the right resonant frequency. Electricity? Shift the right sub-cellular lanes to direct it away from what passes for his nervous system. He feels like he's on top of the world right now! Or at least his hand does.
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