Theta lay underneath the tangled wires and scraps of machinery, goggles pressed to his face with one hand, the other grasping the welding torch.
Repairs and upgrades were a calming hobby. Not that he much needed the machine these days, but habit born of long use was hard to break. And, besides, he was fond of the old girl.
He lowered the goggles to drop back against his chest, reaching out for another tool. A tendril, slim and dark, slid what he wanted into his waiting palm.
More of them moved around him, adjusting wires or other pieces of equipment. He barely had to think about them. The extra appendages made this type of work so much easier.
He hummed along with the music, some playlist curated by his old companions. They had all, at one point when such a thing became common, to make a playlist of their favorite music. It had evolved over time. He even added stuff to it, here and there, but mostly it remained purely theirs. It was nostalgic. Something to remember them all by.
