Despite Ellis’s expressed permission, Dwight decided it would be best if his roommate didn’t come into the Doc’s workshop again. The last thing he needed was Ian getting swept up in Ellis’s super-science. He couldn’t deal with the thought of volatile experiments being added to the long list of hazards in their tiny apartment. Instead, he waited outside for his roommate to pick him up. Sitting atop a shipping crate casually abandoned outside of the heavy steel door, he repeatedly flexed his new fingers, testing their mobility. Ellis did good work. The replacement digits were just as capable as his old ones had been. There was even a level of feedback built into the mesh outer layer of the limb, giving him a sensation of touch only slightly diminished from the real thing. Before he left, she had shown him how to engage the safety features of the arm as well; activating its shock pads now required a conscious effort, leaving no chance of randomly electrified fist-bumps.
