Repairs Kid Win's tech

I started working.

Kid Win's designs were a little more primitive than Leets, but they didn't have the small mistake that I'd seen in the one example I had of Leet's technology. The weapons had similar changes made to them. He'd made one laser, and that was fairly standard, but like with Leet's gun, the trick was in the power source. Modern scientists could easily build a laser; they might even be able to power it on a ship, or maybe in a vehicle.

What made it tinkertech was the power source. Delivering over a hundred kilowatts of power from a battery and capacitor in an area smaller than the size of the handle of a gun was currently impossible. Repairing Leet's gun had been easy. I'd done some quick and easy things that made the whole thing a little more understandable from the perspective of modern science, but I'd continued to use his power source.

Any kid with a set of instructions could take a bunch of old disposable cameras, take them apart, discharge the capacitors, use a soldering iron to create a bank of capacitors and wire the charging circuits together. Well, half of them would forget to discharge the capacitors and would hurt themselves, but at least some kids could.

Seeing Kid Win's power setup, it almost looked like it had been made by an entirely different civilization than the first one. A good bit of it was in another dimension, but there was enough visible as I took it apart to help me fill in the blanks. I might be able to build a power source this size in a backpack, maybe, and that was with professional grade equipment. With garbage scrounged from junkyards, it'd have to be at least the size of the front end of a car.

But putting this stuff together was easy.

I made some changes, of course, things that would make them a little more obvious, and other changes improving some of Kid Win's poor design. I liked the kid, but he was still kind of scattered in how he built things.

“Would you like some water?” the woman who was probably Miss Militia asked.

I looked up at the clock, and I winced.

I'd only finished half the projects and it was already after nine.

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