Vista wraps her right hand around her left wrist and jerks it back with a gasp. "Oh my God, it feels!"
"It only feels a little bit," Tim warns. "A narrow range of temperature and pressure. Wider ranges and fine touch, like what you need to tell textures apart, are sadly beyond my abilities at the moment, but I'm working on it."
"So you could upgrade it once you figure out how?" she asks with gleeful greed.
"I could, I guess, but it'd be easier just to build you a whole new arm." Vista stares at him slack-jawed, and he must have guessed what she was thinking because he continued, "Why do you think I installed the reactor and the connection plate into your actual body in the first place? These prosthetics are modular. If you want an arm that gives you enhanced strength or armor plating, I can do it. It won't look like a regular arm, and you won't be able to feel much with it, but there's nothing that says you can't have this arm or an upgraded version for your daily life and a combat-designed arm for patrols."
«And transhumanism wins itself another convert,» Samantha says with a laugh at Vista's ear-to-ear grin.
Thankfully for your peace of mind, the girl's phone starts beeping before she make any demands, and she pulls it out of her pocket.