His Alternator Cannon was the real gem. It had been the result of a medication the PRT’s doctor had prescribed, which he’d been forced to stop after two weeks when he began to get increasingly dizzy, anxious and nauseous.
Sorry, dude, but it really does sound like you legitimately have ADD.
While he’d been taking the pills, he’d been focused, had a glimpse, maybe, of what he could do if it weren’t for his distractibility and daydreaming. When Piggy had spoken of destroying the thing, the mere thought had been crushing.
Oof, yeah. That would hurt a lot.
Then Leviathan had destroyed it for real, maybe the only truly brilliant thing he’d be able to make.
For fuck’s sake, Leviathan!
I’m counting this as a death, like with the Boardwalk and the Protectorate HQ. This gets a #dang it timmy.
Rest in piece, Alternator Cannon, a.k.a.
“Tiro Finale”.
He harbored fears it might even the only brilliant thing he’d ever be able to make.
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