No idea. [That's an awfully bright assessment from a young man purporting to be knowledgeable.] That kind of thing is usually particular to the original technomancer. But it shouldn't be hard to figure out.

[He takes the Elin automaton by its heavy metal jaw and levers it upwards. The creature is loathe to obey, leaning considerably on his arm.]

Here, hold its head up for me.

[Use both hands Pidge, your robot pet is programmed to lifelike and sullen about being manhandled as Elyiad pokes and prods at the interlocking plates of its exposed throat. He spends some time muttering to himself-- 'Ah, no... I see, that's not--' and finally lifts a piece of the Elin's casement from its chest and the animal goes still from neck down. It's head continues to shift in Pidge's hands, its long lovely ears twitching idly after sounds drifting over the field, but otherwise it's settled into some kind of unnatural rictus.

Inside the casement is a meticulous array of whirring mechanics, glowing softly from the unmistakable light which the Nectar exudes. Elyian crouches, hands on his knees to peer into the exposed square of the animals' interior.]

You can let go now and take a look. This is just the quick access. We should be able to crack the rest of it open from here somewhere... But look, you can see a few of the escapements from here, just there see?

[It's like the world's most complex pocket watch: a hundred small pieces ticking along though the animal is still.]