Smiling, Tor nodded and hoped that he could find a way out of it in time, “I'll try to clear some time.”

With great effort and a little bit of meditative skill, Tor managed to leave the room without running or embarrassing himself overly. Of course now he needed to get some actual work done or else he'd look like a liar. Not that anyone would check, but he’d know. Chuckling to himself he went back to his room and sat on his bed, since it was more comfortable than the floor or his desk chair. The working supplies were no problem now that he'd started doing everything in stone, focus stone, a kind of compressed dirt that looked like glass most of the time, depending on the soil you used. What he needed to do now was pick a project that would test his ability to make copies, but wouldn't force him to damage himself while doing it.

At first, after he'd injured his own field, the information that made him… him, Tor had worried that it would cripple him for decades. But after only a few months his pattern was pretty much back to normal. He should be able to do anything he'd done before. Unfortunately that included a few stupid direct effect things that had done most of the damage to begin with. If he kept repeating that stuff, forcing his will too rapidly on reality, he'd end up falling apart in bloody little gobs of flesh. It was good incentive to not be a moron if ever there was one.

So, what should he do?

He decided on some old tried and true fields. Flying rigs and shields. If he hurried he could have a hundred of each ready by dinner, provided his field was as healthy as it seemed. If not… well, that would suck, but he could always do less if need be. Small batches, or maybe just focus on meditation for a while, trying to strengthen his pattern? That should work in theory, he thought. It would be interesting to try sometime.

The work went quickly, even on such large batches.