from personal experience.. slow roasting only cooks meat,, pain goes as soon as the nerve ends destroyed,. and you are unconscious before then.!
healing on the other hand...
Well, he already deserves death for what he did to Galatea. This guy is Jacco, the gun-wielder from this scene:
https://datachasers.thecomicseries.com/comics/1740
The 'Bruce' he refers to is the guy wielding the sword, the 'wankeneer with a hero complex' is Galatea's tougher-than-he-looks bf. Which means the 'cargo' may be... Galatea-bits?
First let me say I am deeply impressed, nay speechless at the artistic acumen of coming up with a diamond of dialogue like "clapped out cock-pocket". Next I observe at least two boxes on his cart that appear to maybe have nuclear materials icons on them and that white cooler might have a bio hazard sign? Could this indicate possible organs being stored or some such? Hmm interesting ... Hope he gets his droopy DNA dispenser dislocated by a well placed kick the crotch by this girl. LoL Hmm tiny trouser snake might also work. needle noodle could too.
Rose: Beyond outstanding dialog. A trip through your brain would be extremely interesting but scary as hell!
Cent: The mind boggles to think an early 1960s GMC truck would survive 1750 years with barely a sign of rust let alone appear to be drive able. You should give lessons to today's auto manufacturers about resilient spare part and supply chain solutions! Even tires that hold air! But hey. Gasoline powered antiques in the same image as a four wheel, independent suspension, fusion powered(?), all terrain gunship just speaks of creative coping of current resources. (But with rubber tires so maybe that is how the truck tires are obtained.)
I am curious about those gas pumps though. I've never seen anything like them. Since electricity is obviously available, are the cranks just for emergencies or a carry-over from more primitive days?
Also the tower next to the motel sign. It's not tall enough nor have the antennae for a microwave relay tower but it is sporting numerous warning lights. Is it a weather station?
Cranks were used to push air into tank to allow the gas to come up easier. Later they started using Air Compressors to do the same thing. Now when you get low gas levels in a tank the flow volume drops off considerably because the system isn't expecting to put as much air in as it needs to to keep the pressure maintained.
Nowadays, they don't use compressed air; it's done with centrifugal pumps. It's less of a chance for 'bad things' to happen, such as causing or exacerbating any leaks, or making any fires or other hazards worse. Motors are explosion proof and any wiring is either explosion proof, and sealed, or low energy (sensors, etc.) such that it's unable to cause a spark. The pumps are usually located away from what you think of as the 'gas pump' and feed lines are run to the unit from the remote location. A single pump from each tank can take care of a number of dispensing stations. That's why when the person at the next station stops filling, you feel the surge in the hose at your station.
Cranks were used to push air into tank to allow the gas to come up easier. Later they started using Air Compressors to do the same thing. Now when you get low gas levels in a tank the flow volume drops off considerably because the system isn't expecting to put as much air in as it needs to to keep the pressure maintained.
You grab the handle at the bottom. Pushing it to the top operates a ball valve that opens the gas line to the tank. And at the top, where the ball valve is guaranteed to be in the open position, a mercury switch mounted directly on the handle turns on power to a pump.
This became popular in the late 1940s after a lot of early designs failed in ways that demonstrated the importance of one or more of these things.
Keeping the pump off while the valve is prevents pumps from breaking or starting fires as the motor burns out. making sure the valve is closed when not in use keeps bugs and dirt from getting into the tank. The hermetically sealed mercury switch creates no sparks that could cause fires.
They stopped being popular sometime in the 1960s as electronics got better enough to trust non-sparking operation in the pumps, and no more were installed after the 1970s when people started thinking there might be good reasons not to use mercury switches.
I agree with you completely and sadly, that is a common theme in post apocalyptic settings for the very fact that it's a highly likely scenario. When the structures of civilization fade away, the people who are only deterred by punishment for their bad behavior feel free to run wild.
Rose, I have no idea how you can write such awful characters and be such a great person, but I applaud your obvious ability to write someone whom I immediately dislike...with prejudice. :)
That being said...I want to humiliate this bastard personally. That is NOT how you talk to anyone, let alone a woman. I hope she either puts him down with a hilariously non-vulgar but extremely cutting response (because that proves she's more intelligent than him & better behaved) that leaves him speechless, or someone steps in to teach the guy some manners on her behalf. I'm sure he'll get his comeuppance at some point and it will feel satisfying, that's my level of confidence in Cent and Rose's writing, but I'm not above looking for a little instant gratification. :)
Yon Jerkwad hath no respect for ary who might accompany his bed. Therefore I state the hope that the object of his disdain might be the eponymous 'mama' herself, and that having seen his measure she might inform him that he will have no bed this eve, shared or no.
Aye, nor even any roof whereunder to sleep. Let him make his bed on the hard rough ground, and give him to such unrestful sleep as he can make with one ear open for the great lizards that wander these wastes.
I would add that the truck likely is running on a nuclear engine of some kind. Maybe even a fusion engine. The gas pumps probably do not pump actual gas. though I freely admit that I could be wrong about that. Out in the wastes they adapt whatever they can find to accomplish what is needed.
Bertie Wooster this guy ain't. (I just picked up yet another vintage Jeeves and Wooster, by the way). I can imagine that if he's as quick on the trigger in matters of the flesh as he is otherwise interpersonally, he'll have a retinue dripping with derision.
Wow.....this guy is the second person in datachasers the I am hoping gets seriously effed up after how he responded to that girl. The first being that bag of dog turds that forced that on ais to torture and kill her daughter and tried to kill minx. So taking all wagers o. What form karma takes for this waste of organic life.
Calm down, everyone. We don't need to wish death on this guy. Death is clearly in the cards for this guy. It will be painful. It will be gory. It will be ignominious. And, judging by the authors of this tale, it will hopefully be quite imaginative. All we have to do is sit back and wait.
Oh, and bet on the outcome, of course. Five quatloos on heavy water enema.
Ugh... being rude to nice girl... poor her...
@alt text: full success...
...great to see your program is rendered operative again...
healing on the other hand...
https://datachasers.thecomicseries.com/comics/1740
The 'Bruce' he refers to is the guy wielding the sword, the 'wankeneer with a hero complex' is Galatea's tougher-than-he-looks bf. Which means the 'cargo' may be... Galatea-bits?
Oh, silly me, this person's going to end up ending him, directly or indirectly. But, I mean, for all *he* knows...
Rose: And I took that personally!
Awww, is this Ken having a bad day? At some point in the near future, he's likely to be looking back on this as the Golden Age for his sorry ass.
Cent: The mind boggles to think an early 1960s GMC truck would survive 1750 years with barely a sign of rust let alone appear to be drive able. You should give lessons to today's auto manufacturers about resilient spare part and supply chain solutions! Even tires that hold air! But hey. Gasoline powered antiques in the same image as a four wheel, independent suspension, fusion powered(?), all terrain gunship just speaks of creative coping of current resources. (But with rubber tires so maybe that is how the truck tires are obtained.)
I am curious about those gas pumps though. I've never seen anything like them. Since electricity is obviously available, are the cranks just for emergencies or a carry-over from more primitive days?
Also the tower next to the motel sign. It's not tall enough nor have the antennae for a microwave relay tower but it is sporting numerous warning lights. Is it a weather station?
You grab the handle at the bottom. Pushing it to the top operates a ball valve that opens the gas line to the tank. And at the top, where the ball valve is guaranteed to be in the open position, a mercury switch mounted directly on the handle turns on power to a pump.
This became popular in the late 1940s after a lot of early designs failed in ways that demonstrated the importance of one or more of these things.
Keeping the pump off while the valve is prevents pumps from breaking or starting fires as the motor burns out. making sure the valve is closed when not in use keeps bugs and dirt from getting into the tank. The hermetically sealed mercury switch creates no sparks that could cause fires.
They stopped being popular sometime in the 1960s as electronics got better enough to trust non-sparking operation in the pumps, and no more were installed after the 1970s when people started thinking there might be good reasons not to use mercury switches.
Classics of old-people trivia.
That being said...I want to humiliate this bastard personally. That is NOT how you talk to anyone, let alone a woman. I hope she either puts him down with a hilariously non-vulgar but extremely cutting response (because that proves she's more intelligent than him & better behaved) that leaves him speechless, or someone steps in to teach the guy some manners on her behalf. I'm sure he'll get his comeuppance at some point and it will feel satisfying, that's my level of confidence in Cent and Rose's writing, but I'm not above looking for a little instant gratification. :)
Aye, nor even any roof whereunder to sleep. Let him make his bed on the hard rough ground, and give him to such unrestful sleep as he can make with one ear open for the great lizards that wander these wastes.
Edit. They pump heavy water.
Oh, and bet on the outcome, of course. Five quatloos on heavy water enema.
Asking Tokyo Rose to make a character foul-mouthed is like asking Sydney Scoville, Jr to make the chili spicy.