This electricity is stored briefly in a capacitor then ‘bled’ into batteries. Faustus opens a second slide showing a side shaft and a coil-like e...haust port. He points to the coil-like exit port and explains: The smoke travels through these coils and cools. Water vapor condenses and precipitates. This water is life-giving to man, beast, and crops. The smoke is generated from finely ground vegetation fed down an input port. A grinder pulverizes the organic material and blows the combustible. Perhaps he might've even had a say in how his personality developed. His mother had taken that choice away from him with her extensive use of cocaine and critz and alcohol. When he was born his mind was so malformed there were only two options; augmentation or no augmentation. Without a CPU he would be a ward of Orbital Minera, his brain running a single function where a normal human could handle several, barely classifiable as alive much less intelligent. So really, the social worker hadn't. There were some chairs, three empty beer bottles on the earth and a garment of some sort strewn across one chair. Maybe there was a bit of social life – at least a beer.Now there was. Similar music he’d heard the day before was being played inside on a tinny amplifier of some sort.All chairs were occupied by men smoking and drinking, two more stood leaning against the structure, the same mangy brown dog lay below two pairs of feet. As Jens strolled towards the gathering, the dog lifted it’s. My name is Gary, and I’d like to leave now!”He laughed at me! Told me I could never be a Gary because that was a man’s name, and I had a body like a little girl! In fact, he told me I WAS a girl, a woman to be. Then he shocked me by rubbing my butt again, telling me no man he’d ever met had this nice an ass.He shocked me even further by moving aside, telling me he was happy to meet me, and that I was free to go. I couldn’t believe it, and asked, just to be sure. He said he never in his life.