[It’s like unearthing the insides of an animal — that’s what Dettlaff thinks. A mess upon first glance, probably enough for most to dismiss as only that, but each and every individual part plays its role. He can already make educated guesses just by their placement in the frame of the bike, compared to what he knows about how their phones crystal batteries operate on a very basic level.

Of course, their devices don’t exactly have engines. Dettlaff’s eyes eventually fixate on that beast of a thing, the very epitome of what makes any motorcycle a complex machine, and if any of Daigo’s explanations stray from it too long, he’ll have a question loaded in the chamber that brings the focus back on it.

Eventually:]

This machine… [He taps at the frame with a long nail to indicate.] Is yours, and I assume different from the others in some way.

[It’s Daigo; Daigo must have one that’s a little special, right?]

But if I were to open up the others I see passing by on the street, they would be similarly built, would they not?