electrical output, channeled back into the electrical company’s power grid allowed for use by others. A snowy rooftop flashed in his thoughts typical to a New Jersey winter. Hmmm, he thought and moved onto the next obstacle as he concluded that a simple imbedded heating coil could keep snow and ice melted. Not sure of where to go with batteries, he assumed that some instances required them if not for anything else but to allow for maintenance functions. Theoretically, unless there was a complete absence of any kind of light, the organisms would continue to generate electricity but at an amperage correlating to the lumens of light available.
Bill finally found his way out of his room to find Mike gaming in his chair. Screw you, Rico thought to himself, I am going to blast your ass as soon as you show your face in that building. He had been playing Call of Duty for about an hour and one particular antagonist seemed focused on taking him out. This time I took it more careful and was very patient. Scanning my backside a few times, I kept my eye on the window across the street, which appeared to be the asshole’s favorite sniper vantage point. Just then, a form slid into the window frame and I immediately took the shot. Bingo, he was down and out. With some slight vindication on my poor performance, I looked up as Bill came out of his room whistling. I was a bit surprised that he was so chirper after the night he had. “Hey dude, how ya feeling,” I taunted. “Let me grab some cereal first, but I need to run something by you” he said. Logging out of the game I came over and sat next to him while grabbing a banana from the bowl of fruit I had bought earlier in the morning.
Chapter 9: Design Progress
W hile Bill munched on his Cheerios, I reminded him that the MMA group was coming over around six tonight for some light sparring. “Cool” Bill said. “Is Jenny coming to spar? Bill knew I had the hot’s for Jenny, and who wouldn’t. She was pretty but not beautiful, which made her even more attractive and about six foot in height, which was tall for a woman. She had subtle shade of red hair and a light sprinkling of freckles. She was also a bit of a comedian and could hold her own in a group of macho guys. She was a good boxer, but her kicking ability was fantastic.
We had been working out as a group for about 6-months and I had not hit on her since I knew she had a steady. I heard recently through the grapevine that the relationship was over. The other reason that Bill asked, was that her best friend Emily sometimes came to hang out and enjoy the sparring and camaraderie afterwards. Emily had no interest in doing any form of MMA. Bill had briefly met her when he was around a few months ago and had commented on how nice he thought she was. “Bill,” I said, “Jenny will be here but I don’t know about Emily,” then I laughed at him telling him he was transparent as hell.
Bill just shrugged off my comments , grabbed a pad of paper off the counter, and dove right into whatever he wanted to talk to me about. “You know those old-fashioned quilts that you see around that mostly older folks tend to favor.” “Yeah,” I said with a skeptical look since I did not see where this was going. “Picture this,” he said. “What if those squares in the quilt were not made of cloth material, but some kind of strong pliable transparent plastic or vinyl and each square was sealed with the same amount of fluid in it.” “Yeah,” I said again, with a vague picture forming in my head. “What would happen if each square was electrically wired together in serial or parallel” he continued. “Damn,” I said as I caught onto the gist of what he was getting at. “We would now have a power source that could be configured to meet almost any power demand,” I excitedly commented. “You got it” Bill said, “I think we can build this with a little
Bill finally found his way out of his room to find Mike gaming in his chair. Screw you, Rico thought to himself, I am going to blast your ass as soon as you show your face in that building. He had been playing Call of Duty for about an hour and one particular antagonist seemed focused on taking him out. This time I took it more careful and was very patient. Scanning my backside a few times, I kept my eye on the window across the street, which appeared to be the asshole’s favorite sniper vantage point. Just then, a form slid into the window frame and I immediately took the shot. Bingo, he was down and out. With some slight vindication on my poor performance, I looked up as Bill came out of his room whistling. I was a bit surprised that he was so chirper after the night he had. “Hey dude, how ya feeling,” I taunted. “Let me grab some cereal first, but I need to run something by you” he said. Logging out of the game I came over and sat next to him while grabbing a banana from the bowl of fruit I had bought earlier in the morning.
Chapter 9: Design Progress
W hile Bill munched on his Cheerios, I reminded him that the MMA group was coming over around six tonight for some light sparring. “Cool” Bill said. “Is Jenny coming to spar? Bill knew I had the hot’s for Jenny, and who wouldn’t. She was pretty but not beautiful, which made her even more attractive and about six foot in height, which was tall for a woman. She had subtle shade of red hair and a light sprinkling of freckles. She was also a bit of a comedian and could hold her own in a group of macho guys. She was a good boxer, but her kicking ability was fantastic.
We had been working out as a group for about 6-months and I had not hit on her since I knew she had a steady. I heard recently through the grapevine that the relationship was over. The other reason that Bill asked, was that her best friend Emily sometimes came to hang out and enjoy the sparring and camaraderie afterwards. Emily had no interest in doing any form of MMA. Bill had briefly met her when he was around a few months ago and had commented on how nice he thought she was. “Bill,” I said, “Jenny will be here but I don’t know about Emily,” then I laughed at him telling him he was transparent as hell.
Bill just shrugged off my comments , grabbed a pad of paper off the counter, and dove right into whatever he wanted to talk to me about. “You know those old-fashioned quilts that you see around that mostly older folks tend to favor.” “Yeah,” I said with a skeptical look since I did not see where this was going. “Picture this,” he said. “What if those squares in the quilt were not made of cloth material, but some kind of strong pliable transparent plastic or vinyl and each square was sealed with the same amount of fluid in it.” “Yeah,” I said again, with a vague picture forming in my head. “What would happen if each square was electrically wired together in serial or parallel” he continued. “Damn,” I said as I caught onto the gist of what he was getting at. “We would now have a power source that could be configured to meet almost any power demand,” I excitedly commented. “You got it” Bill said, “I think we can build this with a little
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