I was enjoying my time in the forge. After my loss, we did a few more friendly bouts. Each time, I lost! It was, refreshing.

  It has been years, YEARS! HA!

  Losing gives me many things. Not the least among them a strong reality check. Hehe. I forgot why I stayed around organics. Hell, by the time of the disaster, I was withdrawn from ai and organic circles.

  Perhaps I had gotten to big? Hmmm... no, not too big, but that is part of it. Poorly managed interaction? Yep, part of it.

  In retrospect, being here, now, probably saved me from going on a massacre of the planet. After all, the signs pointed to it. Damn, I had gotten lucky.

  But enough of that. After the bouts, i assisted in her class. I must say, the term, posh dandy has never been more accurate for some of them. She called on me to assist the more stable, less obnoxious students. Some needed a sparing partner, others some minor adjustment. One kid I told to practice drawing his axe until he didn't screw up.

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  Sparing lasted a while. Then it was lectures. They involved everything from theory, to practical application, as well as a health corse later on.

  When the class was over, I asked the teacher for the study material for the health section of the class.

  Then, I went home to process. One of the bad things was my limited processing ability. The body would assist that in a minor way, but I needed dedicated servers for that.

  I stayed for longer then usual, feeling the need to get caught up, and to think. I arived later, but more clear headed. This indirectly assists me in building the more delicate bits.

  Now, the tools I would build to build more tools could be run on mana batteries temporarily until proper power generation could be achieved, so that would save time and cut costs.

  In other news, getting the requisite permits from the local government was, as korik put it 'Fucking awful.' He says it would take a week, possibly more, until we get the permits. Typical.

  But, I had time, and now... Something to look forward to. Perhaps teaching wouldn't be as bad as formerly predicted? If the second class was any indication, I could find a class to enjoy, maybe more.