Day 49: Late Afternoon - T & M Electronics

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The rain was really picking up by the time McCoy left the bar. A roll of thunder rumbled through the air. He paused under the awning, squinting up at the dark sky. He hadn't seen a storm like this in years. Not since Earth. It was looking to outdo any storm he'd ever seen too. Was it safe to even drive through this weather? If he was worried about

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That wasn't exactly the word McCoy would have used. 'Useful', maybe, if Spock got his hands on it. That was if he could do anything with it. Other than that, antiquated, obsolete, and about as a clunky looking as an old freighter. If he remembered correctly, these things required you to carry a tape all over the place. If you wanted other musicians, you had to bring along even more tapes. It was a wonder people back then had room for anything else if they were bogged down as it was. Data storage had come a long way in his time.

McCoy found himself appreciating modern technology just a little bit more just now.

"I always thought these things broke at the drop of a hat," he replied. "What do they operate on, batteries?" That was the right term, wasn't it?

They didn't use power cells commonly in the past. That was if he remembered his history correctly. He never thought he'd ever be in a position where he needed to know that particular detail, and yet, here he was, right there. Ancient medicine had had more of an impact, when dialysis and amputations and phlebotomy were accepted practices. He tended to go by his history from the progression of medicine and medical practice.

If those old diagrams in the exhibits were to be believed, the power required to operate one of these things took up over half the player's space and would only yield about five minutes of time on powering up a PADD. In Spock's words, completely inefficient-

Someone shrieked suddenly, almost as if he'd just gotten stabbed. McCoy jumped, just as Dean tensed up like a man always ready for a fight. What he saw wasn't someone being attacked, but just a male patient with a woman, looking like he'd just been on the verge of a panic attack.

"What in blazes..?"