Puddles watched Doctor Mill try to conceal his surprise at the sight of them.
“Not what you were expecting?” she asked as she sat down.
Sitting down Doctor Mill, “I..I was…”
“We get that all of the time,” Chuck said as he sat down, putting the case next to his chair.
“CAH takes an unconventional approach as you can see,” Whiskers gestured to the three of them. “You were probably expecting a team of cymean technicians.”
Taking a sip from his wine, “Yes. I mean, that is who always shows up at these meetings and…”
“They prattle on for hours about the technical specs,” Chuck interrupted.
“Exactly,” Doctor Mill enthusiastically agreed.
“We won’t bore you with details you can research yourself or better yet, read the brochure,” Whiskers said with a toothy smile.
Doctor Mill laughed, and then they all shared in that laugh.
“Shall we order dinner?” Puddles asked when the laughter died down.
While waiting for their orders, “How did you find me?” Doctor Mill asked.
Puddles looked at Whiskers, “That’s easy,” Chuck replied, “you are one of the top twenty Doctors in Stroud who order augment arms and hands.”
“That makes sense.”
Whiskers tail relaxed. Puddles breathed a quiet sigh of relief into her wine as she took a sip.
“So, what do you have to offer me? Other than a fine dinner,” Doctor Mill said with a laugh.
“That’s a good one Doctor,” Whiskers replied. “I think you will like our wares. Our chief technician will give you the details,” Whiskers finished gesturing to Chuck.
Setting the case on the table, Chuck opened the case towards Doctor Mill. Resting in custom padded compartments, three augmented hands and a selection of chips. Lights in the case illuminated all of the hands causing the chrome to shine bright, casting little rainbows across the case and table. Doctor Mill leaned forward inspecting the hands.
“These don’t look that different. Nice chrome job, but standard augments,” Doctor Mill indicated with some disappointment.
“Oh crap,” Puddles muttered.
“Excellent eye Doctor. These are indeed standard augments, manufactured by other companies,” Chuck jumped in. “Before you say anything allow me to point out the chips.”
“Yes, chips. CAH does sell augments, but what CAH specializes in is modifying chips.”
Doctor Mill’s face lite up. Chuck closed the case, returning the case next to his chair as several serv-O droids appeared with their food.
“I’ll explain after the meal,” Chuck said.
Sitting back from their plates, serv-O droids clearing away plates and filling wine glasses, Doctor Mill resumed the conversation, “Can you tell me about the modifying chips?”
Setting his glass down Chuck replied, “Easy enough, as you are aware all augments come pre-programmed.”
Doctor Mill nodded.
“How many times have patients asked for modifications such as stronger, fine motor control, or something more exotic?”
“And the only option you have is to use a different augment, if there is one available.”
“And there aren’t that many options.”
“CAH has been testing modifying chips, to allow doctors such as yourself to have more options to meet patient requests.”
Whiskers made a show of looking at his watch, “I’m sorry to interrupt Doctor. Unfortunately, we have other appointments this evening. We would love to show you how our chips work; do you have a patient who might be in the market for a chip of ours?”
Doctor Mill thought for a moment, “I do have a patient. Can I send you the details?”
“That would be great.”