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Molar Boatworks Fixer
Late at night, on a pitch-dark mudflat.
Flashes of blue sparks flickered on and off somewhere there.
Following the light that was too glaring to be from a lighthouse, yet too meek to be a fire...
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
…….
There was a child firing sparks at the insides of a large weapon with his welding rod.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Mm... Let's see...
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
If the weld beads get too big here, the electronics will be affected, I've been told... B-better keep it to a minimum...
Pzzzt, pzzzt.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Phew... And then... what was I supposed to do next?
Lifting his goggles, the child reads down the memo written on a small sheet of paper under the tiny lamp.
That must be the circuit diagram his coworker drew for him.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Right... Now let's get to connecting circuits...
Tzzzt.
This time, a thread of smoke quietly billowed instead of sparks.
The child's brows were furrowed, perhaps disturbed by the acrid smoke created while soldering.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Kaff... Phew, and now...
A click is followed by a hum of electric power.
The child earnestly hoped that his modification of the weapon was a success.
Alas...
Pbftt.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Agh! Come on... why... There's no reason it shouldn't work...
A small sigh filled the shop's still air.
The silence felt doubly palpable thanks to the weapon turning off.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
It's okay... Let's, let's try again.
With a desperate look on his face, the child began examining the circuit board, holding a pair of tweezers in his hand.
At the same time, a growing feeling of anxiety ruffled the child's mind.
Being the last of the group to return from the book, it was by sheer luck that he was discovered before he starved to death, he thought.
Though he happened to start working at a boat shop, his skills and prowess as a Fixer weren't really needed here.
When he tried to help out with hunting... the leader was doing it with far greater efficiency.
And when he thought he'd lend a hand in mechanics... his colleague was much more capable than he was.
The unease that he's too mediocre to make meaningful contributions in any field has been constantly haunting the child.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
...Ah, this must be it!
That's why the child is desperate.
To upgrade his weapon, learning from his coworkers...
And hunt trash crabs with greater efficiency using the improved weapon.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
...There!
That was the only way he could think of to be helpful.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Great! I'll give it a test run on tomorrow's hunt...
Things don't always go so swimmingly, however.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Mmh... It's working, I guess, but it's not quite there...
It looks like the modification didn't go as the child planned.
With an uncertain look, the child laboriously slew trash crabs.
Sinclair
(Molar Boatworks)
Maybe the gear ratio in the part where the chains are attached was off... Alright, I'll ask about it when I get back.
Still, the child doesn't give up.
He'll keep at it until a better solution is found.