Conversation · Noid

"Centaur-man is made of metal. With the right gear we could make it work."

"YEEEAGH! Connect the centaur to the lorries, unite the whole roundabout in hard core waves!"

"Huh. Sounds like Egg's saying you could use some spare cables to rig up the stalled motor lorries and increase the wavelength..."

Effectively transforming the entire roundabout into a single, fractal antenna.

"Sounds like madness, but I think it could work."

"ONE ROUNDABOUT, ONE WAVELENGTH! HARD CORE!"

"We shall call it: The Herald of Destruction."

"Pretty hard core, but maybe it would be better to go with something more positive?"

"We have the amps, we have the cables! We're almost ready! Yeeeagh!"

"He's right. All we're missing now is the transceiver itself. Soon as you find one, we'll be all set."

"A radio transceiver. Cool. I've got this. I've seen plenty of those lying around."

"Exactly. You could buy one, you could steal one..."

"And before you ask: No, you can't have the radio from my Kineema either."

"Alright, I guess I need to find one of these transceivers then." (Conclude.)

"While you're gone, me and Egg will get the rest of the gear together. Meet us back here when you've got it."

"Do you think the pawnshop will have one?"

"Maybe, if you want to pay money like some kind of... money lord. Yeah, pawnshop could have one."

(Point to Egg Head.) "Doesn't he have something we could use?"

"Can't do it. We just got this place set up. Can't go risking Egg's most important equipment..."

"Do radiocomputers have transceivers in them?"

"Yeah, probably. Thing is you'd have to be an engineer to get it out. I'd stick with regular radios, if I were you."

"I think I saw a radio in that office near the harbour..."

"Hmm, some equipment from harbour could work. Worth the leg-work, at least."

"You know what, Kim? I'll find an even better radio on my own."

"I highly doubt that. When I crank the volume on my DynaWave, it's like you're in the front row at the National Concert Hall."

"I didn't know Speedfreaks FM had a concert series."

"Joke all you want, detective. Whatever radio you manage to scrounge up won't lay a finger on my set-up."

"On second thought, this is childish. I'm just going to look for a regular radio."

He shrugs. "It's your transmission. A regular old transceiver should work fine, it just won't be as hard core, you know..."

"Alright, Kim, challenge accepted."

"A cop-on-cop challenge, not bad. Let's see what you come up with... Though I have to say, cop cars and lorries usually pack the best equipment in town."

Lorries, huh? You could check out the abandoned one by the roundabout...

"Where am I supposed to find a radio transceiver?"

"I don't know. Buy one? Steal one? I don't know your cop ways."

"About time, those other antennas were cramping my style."

"It's gonna be the most hard core antenna in Martinaise, and probably all of Revachol West."

"Are you sure that's legal? I feel like I'm going to need to apologise to someone."

"You're a lawman, lawman. Don't you get to decide what's legal and what isn't?"

"As long as it gets the job done, I'm not interested in the details."

"You're really going about this the wrong way, then. The details are the best part."

"That's... a very big antenna."

"Probably the biggest antenna in all of Revachol West." He seems very pleased with himself.

"Which would pretty much make the whole roundabout one giant antenna."

Turn to face the apartments.

Beyond the unkempt backyard rises a monstrous assemblage of concrete, plaster, and corrugated sheet metal...

Nope, nothing. The idea factory is closed until further notice.

The young speedfreak gives you a suspicious look before returning to... whatever he was doing.

Your thinking about this has gotten way too rigid. Time to flip the whole antenna paradigm on its head.

"Hear me out: What if we built the antenna underground?"

"Underground, huh? That would be pretty hard core..."

"It would also be incredibly stupid. Detective, did you not take Elementary Radio Operations? I thought it was an RCM-wide requirement."

"Underground antenna! Waves so hard core only moles can hear them!"

"Egg makes a good point. An underground antenna's probably not the best way to contact your aerostatic."

Alright, brainstorming time. Remember, this is just the ideation phase. There are no bad ideas.

"I've got it. Why don't we use the mast of a giant boat?"

"What, are you some kind of aquatic cop now?"

"Let's just say I have an extremely wealthy patron."

"Oh, I get it. You're a gigolo cop, then. Makes sense..."

"If that's the case, though, not sure I want to get mixed up in your patron's boat business."

"I know the Wild Pines rep. She'll lend us her boat for sure."