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While they were still random agglomerates of indigestible aether that lurked in all things the gems were different now. An engine of industry born of jinhai had been adapted to support the mechanics of it's new form. The gems had often interfaces and complexity. Sometimes they operated of their own accord. Unfortunately the wen had little architectural sense of it's on to inform such a factory so what came out was anyone's guess.

Half revving half a disgusting wet noise the process began again. This time the grill split momentarily to squeeze a patina colored cube into reality. One nearly there size of Crane's own head. Patterns on the surface were reminiscent of language but made little sense. The illiterate wen couldn't write in anything so the patterns were loose magical interpretations of a tongue describing concepts. Something moved irregularly beneath those words inside the cube but the opaque surface prevented view.

The wen just beeped and bounced on it's shocks bedside the bed. Once the impurities were out it didn't care about them or the floor. It just wanted to drive somewhere now that Crane was awake.