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There were a lot of things Tony wanted a look at on this island, but given that he kept circling back to the caves every hour or so it wasn't happening.
It wasn't that he was particularly fond of caves. He reflected that he should probably have issues with them, but, well, it wasn't the caves fault. Or maybe he had Stockholm Syndrome for caves, who knew. Didn't matter, it was still a good place to keep the suit.
Not perfect, though, as it wasn't like the caves had doors he could lock or security features. So he was improvising, making modifications to the suit so it could be its own security feature.
He was doing this in a sunny clearing, though, because it was a nice day. Plus he'd jury-rigged a thermogenerator to give the suit enough stored power to run said security systems without needing to be plugged into him, so, that needed charging.
The last line of defense was the easiest; configuring the suit to deliver a shock to anyone who tried touching it took a matter of minutes, most of it spent discussing with Jarvis the appropriate voltage. He'd settled on something that should be enough to knock someone down but not... kill any children or anything. But since he'd rather not just rely on shocking the curious and the sinister alike, a less... direct measure was called for.
He was using sound. You could do a lot with sound. Temporarily paralyze someone, for instance, as he knew all too well. He wasn't going for that, though, because it wouldn't be much better than the shock. He'd designed tanks, back when he was designing those, with sonic emitters on them. They could probably halt any animal you could think of in its tracks; Tony didn't even want to imagine something that could get through that sort of resistance.
But that was still too overt. Tony was going for subtle, so he was tuning the suit to emit a low-frequency effect, something just below the edge of audible hearing. You could upset someone's balance with sound, mess with their inner ear, make them feel sick. Or annoy them. He was aiming for the balance, the combination of pitches and frequencies that would unnerve people without their realizing what was happening (because then they'd just go an investigate). Then, of course, their rational mind would, without realizing why, decide to go down a different tunnel. It'd just... seem like a more attractive tunnel than the one with the suit.
That was the theory, anyway. In practice, he was sitting in his clearing typing on a rock - he'd reconfigured one of the optic sensors in the suit to point at the rock and respond to his fingers touching it as if there was an invisible keyboard laid out on it, a simple trick he'd once used a Nintendo Wii to do - with the suit next to him, trying out frequencies and making himself feel sick.
The problem being that after a while he couldn't really tell if he felt sick because of the emitted sound, or if it was just left over from the last trial. Plus, he was listening for and thinking about the sensation. In practice that wouldn't happen. It was a dilemma.
What he really needed was a hapless test subject to wander along.
Which was another reason to do this in a clearing rather than a cave.
[I'm actually heading to work in half an hour or so, but he won't shut up. So I'll be tagging as I can from work, and then it is my weekend and tags galore time.]
It wasn't that he was particularly fond of caves. He reflected that he should probably have issues with them, but, well, it wasn't the caves fault. Or maybe he had Stockholm Syndrome for caves, who knew. Didn't matter, it was still a good place to keep the suit.
Not perfect, though, as it wasn't like the caves had doors he could lock or security features. So he was improvising, making modifications to the suit so it could be its own security feature.
He was doing this in a sunny clearing, though, because it was a nice day. Plus he'd jury-rigged a thermogenerator to give the suit enough stored power to run said security systems without needing to be plugged into him, so, that needed charging.
The last line of defense was the easiest; configuring the suit to deliver a shock to anyone who tried touching it took a matter of minutes, most of it spent discussing with Jarvis the appropriate voltage. He'd settled on something that should be enough to knock someone down but not... kill any children or anything. But since he'd rather not just rely on shocking the curious and the sinister alike, a less... direct measure was called for.
He was using sound. You could do a lot with sound. Temporarily paralyze someone, for instance, as he knew all too well. He wasn't going for that, though, because it wouldn't be much better than the shock. He'd designed tanks, back when he was designing those, with sonic emitters on them. They could probably halt any animal you could think of in its tracks; Tony didn't even want to imagine something that could get through that sort of resistance.
But that was still too overt. Tony was going for subtle, so he was tuning the suit to emit a low-frequency effect, something just below the edge of audible hearing. You could upset someone's balance with sound, mess with their inner ear, make them feel sick. Or annoy them. He was aiming for the balance, the combination of pitches and frequencies that would unnerve people without their realizing what was happening (because then they'd just go an investigate). Then, of course, their rational mind would, without realizing why, decide to go down a different tunnel. It'd just... seem like a more attractive tunnel than the one with the suit.
That was the theory, anyway. In practice, he was sitting in his clearing typing on a rock - he'd reconfigured one of the optic sensors in the suit to point at the rock and respond to his fingers touching it as if there was an invisible keyboard laid out on it, a simple trick he'd once used a Nintendo Wii to do - with the suit next to him, trying out frequencies and making himself feel sick.
The problem being that after a while he couldn't really tell if he felt sick because of the emitted sound, or if it was just left over from the last trial. Plus, he was listening for and thinking about the sensation. In practice that wouldn't happen. It was a dilemma.
What he really needed was a hapless test subject to wander along.
Which was another reason to do this in a clearing rather than a cave.
[I'm actually heading to work in half an hour or so, but he won't shut up. So I'll be tagging as I can from work, and then it is my weekend and tags galore time.]