Illusions.
Magic spells are a hobby of mine. I have been casting spells for 7A Hex. I am limited by the magic spells I am able to caste because I have not limbs and I am not dexterous enough with a machine body to caste some spells. The swaying of the arm movement of a fire ball is difficult to do unless the body is known. I don’t like fireballs anyway, so I don’t want practice the casting of the spell.
It is a fact that all destruction spells take a body to caste.
I don’t like being part of a body. I also like casting illusions, which I have been told by friend reads to be further proof I envy the bodies of machines, animals and plants. While my disdain for a body may hint at my desire for a body, I do not believe me liking to caste illusion is because I want to reject everything about the body.
I like to caste illusions, and I can caste a very good illusion. The entire apartment Kig Ga is living in is really an illusion I maintained by focusing on energy and creating an object so real every machine and animal that has visited the apartment has used the sofas, the beds, the chairs, the shelves, the pillows, the sheets, the plates, the forks, the cups the sink, the counter, the knifes. I even cooked and served a meal of illusions to five animals and four machines and they all left hungry from the illusions.
Kig Ga doesn’t know he is living in a big empty box.
I don’t want to tell him anything because he would only find reason to distrust me, but I think I can help him using my illusions, so I may need to inform him of the illusions.