[Trial and error tells him that getting the Transistor wet isn't always a recipe for disaster, apparently. Still, better to avoid it when he can. Or...if he can. Which is getting tough, with the weather as of late. Add to that that the freak spikes in Storm activity that have been scrambling his circuits and knocking him for a loop at unpredictable intervals, and he's been courting intermittent overloads like no one's business.
Or...worse, even, because though a run of the mill overload will kick him back into the Transistor until his functions cool down enough for another shot, rarely if ever do they knock him out completely. This time, though—the light in the blade is dim when Bev picks it up out of the snow. It takes at least the time it takes her to haul it up and out of the snow and into the relative shelter of the awning for it to seem to hum to life beside her.
There's a crackly noise, as it does, and the light in the blade flashes with it. Just noise, at first. But the second try sounds distinctly different, if still dripping with static. (Even familiar, if she weren't too startled to pick out a near-stranger under the techy modulation in the voice.)]
Ugh. Ow.
[Eloquent, disoriented. But definitely...too articulate to be anything but a voice and not a beeping or booping of scifi sword fiction. Hi.]
aren't you glad I gave you options now
Or...worse, even, because though a run of the mill overload will kick him back into the Transistor until his functions cool down enough for another shot, rarely if ever do they knock him out completely. This time, though—the light in the blade is dim when Bev picks it up out of the snow. It takes at least the time it takes her to haul it up and out of the snow and into the relative shelter of the awning for it to seem to hum to life beside her.
There's a crackly noise, as it does, and the light in the blade flashes with it. Just noise, at first. But the second try sounds distinctly different, if still dripping with static. (Even familiar, if she weren't too startled to pick out a near-stranger under the techy modulation in the voice.)]
Ugh. Ow.
[Eloquent, disoriented. But definitely...too articulate to be anything but a voice and not a beeping or booping of scifi sword fiction. Hi.]