Regain 1
Tarvek goes to mailbox, mind really not on much of anything but the nights spent sleeping next to Ilsa...and the conundrum of Mayfield. He flips the lid open, reaches in...
...and removes a small cardboard box. He frowns, and cautiously, warily opens it.
Nestled in a handful of packing tissue, he finds a clean, new, neat little bit of a machine. He frowns harder, trying to decide if he knows what it is. He's sure he knows something about it. It's nothing from Europa: he knows that much. At least, not as designed, and, yet... it's... there's something...
He reviews old machines and new, finally settling on the machines he's encountered in Mayfield. With his spark gone, he's had far too limited exposure, but he's fought hard to at least understand His Wonderful Car. And it's here that it occurs to him what he's holding: a spark plug.
A Spark Plug -- and he's spent the last ten minutes thinking about machines, and not suffered one headache! He gives a whoop, and jigs about in the yard.
An hour later he's less delighted, but still smiling. He hasn't got the ability to do the extraordinary back, yet. But he can now open the hood of the car, know what's in it, and work with the engine without a single flicker of pain, or moment of confusion.
...and removes a small cardboard box. He frowns, and cautiously, warily opens it.
Nestled in a handful of packing tissue, he finds a clean, new, neat little bit of a machine. He frowns harder, trying to decide if he knows what it is. He's sure he knows something about it. It's nothing from Europa: he knows that much. At least, not as designed, and, yet... it's... there's something...
He reviews old machines and new, finally settling on the machines he's encountered in Mayfield. With his spark gone, he's had far too limited exposure, but he's fought hard to at least understand His Wonderful Car. And it's here that it occurs to him what he's holding: a spark plug.
A Spark Plug -- and he's spent the last ten minutes thinking about machines, and not suffered one headache! He gives a whoop, and jigs about in the yard.
An hour later he's less delighted, but still smiling. He hasn't got the ability to do the extraordinary back, yet. But he can now open the hood of the car, know what's in it, and work with the engine without a single flicker of pain, or moment of confusion.