#TATTLETALE SMOKE DETECTOR FULL#
Another leg sorted them out to dry on my workdesk while the original two tipped a container full of random scrap back into the fabricator for disassembly.
#TATTLETALE SMOKE DETECTOR ARCHIVE#
My larger fabricator chimed I didn’t even turn around, two spare limbs on that side reaching out to pop the lid and fish out a tray of what my data archive called ‘nanobandages’. The fact that that was a theoretical option felt a lot less scary than it really should’ve.Īll-Seeing Eye: What’s with your screen name? Nuclear batteries were one thing, I heavily doubted Dad would appreciate me trying to cobble together a fission reactor in his basement. Less than a gram of it, but as an isotope it was perfect for my purposes it was decently stable, with a half-life of 432 years it was primarily an alpha radiation emitter, meaning between the rad-shielding of the power cell itself and the armor of my chassis, I didn’t need to worry about accidentally irradiating my surroundings - it was safe enough to just sit in a smoke detector, afterall, albeit in miniscule quantities and it was already industrially produced, so I wouldn’t need to try to juryrig my own breeder reactor or something like that. My fabricator gently peeled the shielding foil away, isolated the isotope nugget, and stashed it in a shielded compartment. That radiation source is, actually, a tiny little button pressed out of a particular radioactive isotope, shielded by a thin metal foil. Heavily simplified of course, there’s ionization chambers and such involved. If there is smoke in said air, the heavy particulates absorb the radiation, obscuring it from the sensor, and the sensor trips and sets off the alarm. Air flows through the detector and between the two. So it turns out that the way a smoke detector works, there’s a tiny little radiation source with a sensor sitting next to it. My fabricator nanomachines promptly unwove the plastic casing into its component polymer chains, pulled the contacts out of the fiberglass circuitboard, and started dismantling the individual components. I popped another old smoke detector into my microfabricator. ::|O : I think I just found a solution to a problem I’ve been working around since I got started. Of course that didn’t make the present itself any less thoughtful on Tattletale’s part. All I’d needed to do was to get a thorough scan of the phone’s transceiver module, interrogate its OS for the appropriate protocols, clone the information on the SIM card and hey presto, I was in the phone network.
I had fifteen kilos of way-beyond-cutting-edge communications tech embedded in what passed for my spine, I might as well get use of it.
My actual phone was just sitting on the supply shelf, of course. The bottom line is, when Tattletale messaged me, it felt less like reaching out for my phone and more having her just lean over my shoulder and whisper in my ear. I had no real context to describe it with imagine a color you’ve never seen, that is where you are.
Radar and lidar didn’t replace my vision they were always on and just supplemented everything else. Communications were just another sense to me, much like seeing in infrared and ultraviolet and terahertz radiation was now. For me? It was all just there in the back of my mind, a constant stream of data. On TV, when you saw things from the point of view of a cape wearing powered armor or something, you’d see all these grid lines and little boxes of fast scrolling data and all sorts of other Cool Tinker Stuff. That was one thing that had simultaneously seemed obvious, but had taken a huge amount of getting used to.
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