They lead surprisingly complex places; woven through and behind and past the gears are fraying wires, damaged components, badly degraded electrical transformers & failed redundancies...

"Your body is a complex series of chemical reactions," Vika murmurs. Her eye is locked on Mari, but her expression is oddly peaceful. She doesn't understand it herself. "In a way, you're alive by being just a little bit on fire all the time. These chemicals do everything. They power your thoughts, they eat your food, they heal your wounds. Complexity on complexity."

"My body is a series of mechanical interactions. Its relationship to energy is far more crude. I need vast amounts of electricity just to maintain my personality, forget about moving or fighting. If my power source breaks down...I suppose it would be like starving to death while getting amnesia. So if this...god, gave me a new one more familiar to the people here..."