netzen wrote:
"Not unless it's interfering with the circutry of the transmiter." James went to check. "No, I think it just overloaded. You've got so many programs it's shut down, all you should have to do is upgrade your memory, but that won't cost a much, just might take some time.
Remo understood. The doctors who installed the cyberware had installed a reset button for just such a case, but Rmo had been unsure if he should use it or not. Remo said, "Ok, go ahead take a look at the mechabot, I'll go reset my Cyberware." Remo went to the restroom and clesed the door. He sat down on the toilet and peered in the mirror. Remo needed to do this because it was the only room in the place with both a seat and a mirror, and he had to look at his face while siting down to do this. Remo took out his small packet of microtools. They were little metal tubes and pins, none any lonlger than three inches and no wider than a toothpick. Using the tools, he pulled up a patch of fake skin under his right eye. It swung down, and locked into the open position, revealing the emergency reset switch. Then, he got out another two little tools and maniputaed the reset switch untill it spun open. That released the switch. Remo pressed it and released it, and this casued the Cyberware to instantly reboot. Moments later the cyberware was performing it's startup sequence, followed by a bank of self-diagnostics. He didn't get any message telling him what had gone wrong, but at least the system was back up. Remo shruges and spoun the reset switch closed again, and then closed the flap of fake skin. He then got out a tiny little electronic device and rubed it all over the affected area, which made the fake skin blend in to the real skin around the edges. Remo thought to himself: "There, good as new..well, good as this morning anyways. Gonna have to get this fixed. Can't have it happen while I'm flying the cab. That's a sure way to get killed. Sure hope James knows his stuff."
Remo put the tools back in their pouch and slid it into his breast pocket. Exiting the restroom, he went over to James. "Well, it rebooted fine. Let me know what you figure out. I'm gonna double-check these welds in case the mechabot missed something. Can't be too careful with a leaking fuel tank."
Remo's years in the Army has served him well in this regard, at least. He had been a Combat Engineer serving most of his tour with a Mechanized Infantry battalion, so he had seen his share of battlefield repairs. Man oh man what he would have given to have had a Mechabot with him on those god-forsaken battlefeilds. As Remo inspected the welds he saw that the bot was working perfectly in this regard at least. Smooth welds, no overspash, no carbon scoring, textbook as usual. However, Remo was just getting started. He rana ful series of diagnostyic and meturlugican sacns with the manual equipment and didn't rush the inspection. It took about forty minutes, but Remo wasn't going anywhere until this was done. He knew enough to take fuel tanks seriously. One bad joint, one little microscopic mistake and you could end up with a silent bomb for a fuel tank. Too many hovercars has goon "boom" in the early days of hovercars untill the automotive researchers had discovered the problem. Now it was standard practice to check the welds like this whenever any hardware issues comes up with the fuel tank. Only the foolish or the crazy cut corners on this sort of thing.
<and thus ends my contrubution to the great internet novel.. for now>
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