A Routine Refurbish

The construction of the small pyramid was... let's call it perplexing. The general design and layout was fairly rudimentary and straight forward. The machining and tolerances though, they were a level of magnitude more precise than anything she'd ever seen, never mind successfully repaired. The lines were perfect, the symmetry flawless. She'd be willing to bet quite a bit that it would take a microscope to find the differences between similar looking pieces. Long story short? She could fix it, but MAN was it going to be annoying. Everything had to be measured with incredibly precise calipers. As she took it apart every piece, every angle, every position in relation to every other piece needed to be recorded. She knew without having to guess that this thing would be much easier to irreparably damage than to successfully repair. It reminded her of stories she'd heard about ancient chronometers, keeping time with miraculously precise gears and vibration.
 
But she had time and working towards unwrapping this little mystery would help kill it. If the pyramid's construction was perplexing, it's presence was inexplicable. She had seen it's likeness in her strange dream, that she was sure of. At first she thought maybe it was just her subconscious inserting it into her vision, but so much of that dream had come from somewhere else. She knew those images and those people weren't a product of her imagination as much as she knew her own name. No, they had come from somewhere else, and the image of this pretty little pyramid had come with them. This bauble, hiding in the bottom of a box, that no one could say where exactly it had come from.
 
She wasn't sure if all of this should excite or terrify her so she landed on something in the middle, curiosity. She would fix this little puzzle box and it would reveal to her all its secrets of the universe. Or probably more likely shed accidentally lose a piece and it would be broken forever. Either way it would make a gorgeous paperweight.
 
Kathirra opened her eyes. Someone announcing over the intercom that they were getting close to Mygeeto had woken her. Was that Mevlo? She became immediately concerned that she had dropped or damaged the pyramid in her slumber, but was relived when she saw it at the foot of her bunk. It looked... whole. It looked fixed. Who had done that? Had she done that? She couldn't exactly remember how far she'd gotten on it. Had she zoned out and in some fugue state fixed the damned thing? The little gauge in her head started to ping pong between fear and excitement faster and faster. She carefully wrapped the pyramid in cloth and gingerly placed it in her locker. Guess I get to freak out about this for a few days. Time to freeze my ass off on Mygeeto.