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“What’s your name?”
“Mickey.”
“Jenifer.”
Jenifer Silverman places two of her fingers on her own lips, kisses them, and places those two fingers against his lips. MickeyWarr is left speechless.
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TomTom and JerryMac are arranging a few materials on the workbench so that BarmyWaffle can show the group the types of things that they work with. A variety of soft and hard wood, an assortment of metals, and a collection of bone samples.
“If it’s commercially available, we can get it,” he says, “though things like diamond cutters are costly, so we still have to exercise some care with how much we spend. We’d rather have natural stuff, and stuff that we can find locally.”
“Why doesn’t the Garrison have old fashioned guns?” asks HayWire, “surely there are books with detailed plans?”
“Well, there are still a few books like that. Though fewer than we might expect. Everything moved from paper to the internet a long time ago! And obviously there are no computers any more. Nobody can make semi-conductors. Lots of the valuable books in London were lost in The Decimation.”
TomTom chips in, “the big problem with guns is smelting iron ore. Without coal, and with fewer furnaces, they run less often and at lower temperatures. Charcoal doesn’t work as well.”
JerryMac says, “we could make shotguns and muskets if we wanted to, it’s been done, but they’re not practical for Garrison use. When resources are available, we prefer to use them for cannons and cannon balls. If we lose one ship, we lose a lot of valuable hardware like that.”
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