[ kaveh, who's concept of affection has always been conditional, considers the candid way midnight speaks about voice chips and artificial intelligence, and feels a terrible burning sort of envy in him. this, kaveh shows through something like wistful longing as he considers the path from the hardware store back to the clothing store where the chandelier is, falling into step just ahead of midnight at a considerate trot.

a landship - so a ship capable of traversing land. living on it suggests that the ship may be larger than the standard passenger ships that are fairly miserable to be on for elongated periods of time, not that that hadn't stopped his mother from getting on one to fontaine all those years ago. lancet-2, kaveh thinks. the '2' implies that there had been a lancet-1 at some point, possibly reduced to little bits of scrap metal, though that's a fifty-fifty guess on his part. and a lancet is... ]

A surgical robot? [ huh. ] Fascinating. And you say each has their own personality? Which means it's able to retain a precision in work while maintaining the systems needed to confer individualised responses. This Miss Closure of yours must be some genius - or are all individuals who work with robots at that level of understanding?